Do not judge a book by its cover

At the German School of Guatemala we had a teacher her name was Rita Uceda. She was a kind of person, tinny and small. She had short hair, her nails were always clean and painted. She wore always heals like a little barbie. She was grandmother of one student in the school. She teaches us "kitchen" it was a class tht teach us how to cook everything, from pizza to oreo pie. That class was extremely awesome. When i was younger i saw her as a bad person because she was older than I. I thought she will be an angry person. When i was in 4th grade, i get my first class period  way, all the girls became closer to her. We told her  verything, she was like a psychologist to all the girlv s. My friends and i went to the kitchen every single recess time in there. In 6th grade we did not receive kitchen class, because we had "deutsch diplom" that it is a diplom to know if you know how to talk fluid german. So it was so hard to have more class periods of thing we do not need. But still we went there to spend time with her. In 2006, her grandson was in 5th grade, and i was one year older i was in 6th grade. I repeated the year and we were on the same grade in 2007. He left the school that year and changed to Valle Verde. "Frau Uceda" as we said to her, that means "Mrs. Uceda" still teaching in there and we o.  visiting her. Rita had a best friend who was Prof. Hernandez. He was tall, had the beard and mustache. He was shy and did not talk too much. He teaches us sociology. Actually i did not talk to him. That year Mrs. Uceda would go on a trip and Prof. Hernandez would take her to the airport. We thought  everything was fine until the school received a phone call and they inform that both had been murdered. That was a big surprise for all us, we were all shocked. Their supposed murderer was on the airport a man got closer to them and shoot them. There was a lot of theories, one of the said that Mrs. Uceda and Prof Hernandez were cheating on her husband so he gave the order to kill them both. The whole school was So quiet because she was loved by everyone. In her honor we have to make one "acto civico" and the home room teacher chose a few students to talk in front of the school. He chose me among a lot of persons, to that "acto civico" helped her family and friends. I was so nervpus because of the reading, so i started mixing so many characters and i started crying because of the pain and i do not know why everyone startef laughing, so i cried harder. I apologize because i do not want them to think that i was making fun of the death of my teacher. One of my friends ask me if i was Ok and i told him that i was so sad because from one day to another they take me my favorite teacher away. My friend's name is Manfred Hartleben. He told me that everything is going to be alright. Manfred made me feel way too much better.  
The death of my favorite teacher made me realize that you can not judge any one of how they look like, of what you have heard about them. At first i thought Rita Uceda was a mean person i had the image of her as an ambicious person because she looked like a fancy woman. I thought that she will be so material but actually she had the most incredulous heart. She became the most lovely teacher was she was alive and after her death. We will always remember her as a great grandmother and as a great teacher. Nowadays i think about her the usually because i saw her as my grandmother so pretty and always good looking. I miss her so much because she knew the life of everyone and i frel so terrible because i judge her because of her appereance.

“There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.”

My childhood I think is the best part of my life because it made what I am now. Everything I have learned is because of my childhood events. My mom says I was funny when I was younger because I always have been through everything.  I will share with you some of my stories when I was a child. Starting in Kindergarten, I never liked school and when I start going to kinder I always cried like there was no tomorrow. One day my mom gets to leave me and there was a little boy, a little bit fat named Stefan. He has always been a correct guy, a gentleman, so he saw me crying and this little boy tells my mom “Do not worry Miss, I will take her of your daughter”…I mean he was my age; he was taller than I because I’ve always been a petit girl.  My mom stares at him like…dude you are just five years but thank you so much. So, my sister and cousin were on first grade and third grade; and there was a secret place that connects primary to kindergarten. When they had recess they always came to visit me since I was the youngest one. One day my sister came and recess time was over and she had to leave, I start crying a lot and she had this feeling of taking me away from Kinder because she thought I was suffering in there. Then I get used to being there in Kinder and she was quiet.

One day we went on a trip to San Salvador, we rented a house on the beach. I was four or five years old and I did not know how to swim because I when it was swimming class I came there to do absolutely nothing. So we were on that house with a friend of my father, and my mom told him to take care of me because I always jumped on the swimming pool. Pichi, my father’s friend told my mom “How do you think she will jump to the swimming pool?.” He was saying this and I went directly to the swimming pool and jumped in with clothes on. He had to jump in with his clothes on, his cell phone, everything just to take me out because he did not believe my mom I had that urge to jump in the pool.

In 2006, when I was 12 years old, turning 13 that year. I went on a trip to Europe for a month and a half. I spent one week on a tour across Europe, and then one month in Wildeshausen, is a town and the capital of the Oldenburg district in Lower Saxony, Germany. It is situated by the river Hunte. Wildeshausen is a little town and it is beautiful, the people they all know each other. When I arrived at Wildeshausen I was shy, and I had always been a little bit clueless, when we get home I realize I had forgotten my luggage. So I had to make a call and talk to my guide teacher and tell her what had happened, and my exchange dad goes to Oldenburg to get my stuff. When i was there if have to go to school, and my schedule change a lot. I get homesick and I counted the days to come back. My exchange mom always treated me if I was her princess. One day she made me Beans, because she wanted to make me feel at home. We were a group of exchange kids and one day we decided to go to Oldenburg but we had to take a metro bus to get there and my exchange mom told me that she would pick me up at one hour I cannot remember, so I was happy, we went shopping and everything. We came back to town and I was waiting to my mother, her name was Cristina by the way. But I have not understood the hour she would pick me up, so when there was no sign of Cristina I started walking back to my house. It started to rain like a lot and I get into a shop and tell them the story so they called Cristina but she did not answer, there was a huge problem. Finally she picked me up and we get home.

At December 14th, we were at the airport of Dusseldorf, Germany and they told us that our pilot gets sick so we would not get home but two days after. We were on Madrid, Spain, for free. We went to Santiago Bernabeu’s Stadium. At December 16th, finally we arrived at Guatemala. I saw my mom and I was the happiest girl ever. I started to say hello to her, but the problem was that she did not answer for me. My own mom did not recognize me! I came back a little bit cheeked because I ate bread like every single day so…I gained weight. After I came closer she recognizes me and hugged me like she has never done before.

I think my childhood was the most exciting childhood ever. And I thanked every single story that had happened to me because it made me how am I today.

Since we were 5 years old

Dana, my best friend since we were 5 years old. Her real name is Dana Paola Lopez Perez. She has blue eyes, brown hair, she is skinny, etc. She has 18 years old right now. She was born in December 6th, 1992. We know each other long time ago. We both lived at the same place, in San Cristobal. She went to Colegio Fraternidad Cristiana, then she went to Hands At Work. We were both so close to each other, my parents love her. Once we went to the supermarket and people thought we were sisters because we looked alike, a lot! We grew old, and things never changed. We are still best friends. Dana is the "sister I wish to have" even though I have one. She always has been there for me no matter what, her love is amazing, the way she shows it is unbelievable. Years ago, when we were neighbors, I wake up at 6 AM, go to her house, knock at the door and ask her mom if Dana can go out to play with me, Mariela, the mom, said no because Dana was asleep, so she called my mom telling her that I was with her so she won't be scared.I moved out, to Carretera a El Salvador and she moved out to San Marino.


Dana graduated last year from Hands At Work. She passed hard times, she had a boyfriend who cheated on her, they fought a lot. But they "love" each other. He was like her father, he did not let Dana do whatever she wants to do, he always said to her that she was dumb and stupid.He was a complete douchebag, I still do not get it how Dana end up with someone like him. She was so pretty and lady, and he...he was just a douche, a guy who take her for granted because she was too nice with him. Personally, I think Dana can have whoever she wants because she is unique. Dana is awesome, as a friend and as a person. Her heart is really really big. I think, Dana is the only friend that no betrays you, cheat on you, talk behind your back. She is a really frank person, she always tries to look the positive side of the things.After they break up, she finally moved one. She has no more dated after his ex boyfriend because she thinks she is not ready to give her heart to a guy, after the way she was treated. Now I realize the important person I have in my life, Dana is like a treasure. She has been my best friend since we were kiddies, she has been there for me when my three grandparents passed away. We are not neighbors Anymore and she is always welcome to my house, even though she just came once, my entire family adores her. She has always been so positive and I think that is the little spark that shines her personality and makes her a shining person.


Dana has a brother, Josue, he is fifteen years old. They are so different. Josue treated Dana so bad, he once hit her with a guitar in front of all of us, and her reaction was doing nothing to him, because he was her little brother and she loves him no matter what.Her childhood was not the best one, she depends on her little brother. If we wanted to go to the movies, we can not go without her little brother, she can not go to parties because she had to babysit her brother.Dana has a grandmother, her nickname is Yaya, she is awesome, is one of the coolest grandmas I have ever met. Actually Dana's father is one of the cooles fathers I have ever met. When I was younger I remember he always heard Bob Marley, and my neighbors always said he was high, flying and listening to Bob Marley's. Now I remember and that was awesome.Federico, her father, was like shy with the kids, he never yelled at Dana. He is like hippie. Mariela, her mother, she is the sergeant at home. She always wants everything perfect and clean.Dana has a cousin who is really annoying, his name is Patrick Mohamed, he is like her ex boyfriend, a really douche. They do not get well to each other. Dana is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met in my life, she is really gorgeous, has an incredible personality, and she is an amazing friend and photographer. I am proud to call her my "best friend".