madre asuncion

I am writing  about my old school ``Madre Asuncion.´´ I grew there.   I entered in  this school when I was three years old and I went out with sixteen years old so I  can not write about thirteen years because there are no words enought. I started when I was three years old and I can remember the first day. I stayed with my new uniform and I was carring some candies and because of that I made my first best friend. She was crying and I offered her a candy and the friendship emerged.
I can tell a lot of stories about how I met all the people that were in my class.
Some went, other new arrived but all left their mark on us. 
Maybe we were not the best class or more united , but we  were classmates at all. We won many argument, but also we gain many good moment  . Each one of those people that made this small class has taught me anything, both for bad and for good. I cried, I laughed, I failed, I've grown, I've made ​​choices and all of them accompanied me in this situations.
Some of them are my friends, lifelong friends , those friends you know you can count for anything.

Sometimes teachers have been more than teachers and they have become a improvised parents,nurses or friends.I can say that I took great moments like all Christmas concerts, where in any trial came out well but at the time of the acting came out perfect, all tours,all those moments of laughter in class, the party  of the end the course... The good moments are incountable. But unfortunately like everything in life there are also bad times like the last flood last year. Thirteen years goes a long way and from this post I want to thank  to my teammates for making this experience unforgettable. Although teachers did their part too: especially thank Professor Manolo (the chicken) to make language classes more than just a simple boring class and teach us what  the essential is unseen to the eyes.