The subconscious...

Yesterday I dreamt that I was punished in a class, with the face to the wall, giving my back to everybody, while the teacher explained something.

There is no much to comment...

Bad day...

Yesterday I had a day of that which you would like to shot yourself, once, or maybe twice. The truth is that I don't know if it could be worst. In the morning, I had to go to the doctor to take some analysis results... and they had one of them, but they don't had the other one. My doctor is a little bit heavy, she really broke my head. I went out of there angry, I had really whishes of kill somebody and thinking that I need really the analysis on 20th. We will see.

I couldn't concentrate myself in nothing during the hole day. Then, the time to swim arrived. It was horrible. Suddenly, I felt extremely tired, and I can't get. I couldn't swim, I needed to stop each little time because my body was going down. When I was swimming in crawl, the water entered by any place. I don't know, U could'nt take breath. " Are you ok?"- Asked me the instructor. I didn't know what to answer. "She is tired! Isn't it, Ana?"- Told one of my partners. In fact, I haven't done the ridiculous enough yesterday. When we had to made an exercise, (the last one) on foot, I staggered. I couldn't really keep my balance.

In addiction, my "friend", when we met then of swim, asked me to go out first, (As always) because she only want to met boys. Fantastic!

Only a mail makes me smile some minutes during the day of yesterday...

Italian...

What a stupid thing.

Yesterday, I waited for Salomé in front of the languages school to go to the pool, as all Wednesdays. Obviously, at 21.30 is when people who is in the languages school yet, go out. Many of teachers go out from the car park, but some of then leave from the main door.

So, lately, I see my last Italian teacher, Fabio, and to some partners who come at the last hour to Italian, because they are repeating course (some of then, in their own free will) In that moments, malincholy approach me a little, and I miss the debates, the gossips, the hours fighting against the language, and angry because I didn't put up with some people, actually.

But, if I think about that, malincholy comes from time ago. Last years I missed the 2º year, which my teacher was Jose, a teacher who had fun with us the most he could. Of course, I was the youngest person of the class, as I was 18 years old. Then, I was from the "yogur era" and "pokemon era". (He didn't guess really...) And me, so shy, I didn't know what to say... So, Marco, a boy from Vasto-Marina (Abruzzo)who I really mind in that period, told me "Tell him he is a..." Well... What period... And it only was three years ago.

Anyway, now I need changes... Many changes.