Autobiographical Incident

The first time in my life that I had a important and frightening experience is when a bullet enter my leg. It was a Sunday and, I woke up in my bed at my Antigua’s house where my family and I decide to spend the weekend. It was a sunny day and everything looks like a normal day. I was a little kid about 7 or 8 years. I went to play in the garden with a toy car that I had. I play a lot of hours and that day my grandparents arrived. They arrived with my uncles in order to have lunch together. The prepared a delicious steak that day. Everyone was happy and we were delighted by a delicious piece of meat that was prepared in a delightful way. My grandparents were talking about a lot of stuffs, for example some soccer games of that weekend and also about how La Antigua has change since they were little and many things like that. They were planning to visit a church that was located far away from the house but, in La Antigua.

Everyone was pleased with the idea of going to the church and see if the description given by the grandparents was real. My uncles decided to join us in our visit. I remenber that I get in the car with my uncle and he drive to the the destination that in this case was the church. When we arrive to the church they were selling tostadas and rellenitos so we decide to have a dessert before entering the church. We enter the church and the description seems to show the right place.

The church was old and it have many benches. The paintings that decorate the wall look very old as the whole church. We all walk around the church in order to appreciate every detail present in it. Everything was goind all right and was a very happy moment together with my family. We decide to leave the church and look it from the outside. We went out and my mom and my uncle tell me to join them to visit the front part from the outside in order to appreciate the whole place. When walk around very calm and gently over the front part. Suddenly, my uncle told me to watch the clock and tell me him the hour to see if I have learn it right. When I was watching the clock a pain fill up my leg and I start screaming. I thought that my uncle has hit me with something. Then, my mom start screaming together with my grandparents. I fell to the ground and start to cry. My father grab me and put me in the car a take me to the nearest hospital in La Antigua. Some details from that point were memories that I dont remenber. The take me some x-ray tests and lead to the conclusion that I was shot and a bullet was in my leg. The x-ray shot show the bullet 0.001 cm. from touching my leg bone. If the bullet would have touch my bone I probably be dead now. Nobody know why I was shot that day or if they made a mistake, I don’t know. It was not a big bullet so the doctors decide to leave the bullet in my leg. If later on I decide that the bullet is a threat to my health or leg performance I can easily go to surgery in order to remove such bullet. That was a shocking moment for my whole family as well as myself. Because of that experience many things changed in my life and my way of thinking had a complete twist. It was hard to forget the boiling pain experience that affect my leg in that the way in which I was having a happy time with my family. There’s a lot of people that receive shots but, few are the ones that manage to survive. I was lucky and protected by God in few words. That’s my experience that involve that incident that maked my whole life. It is hard to believe something like that and some people dont believe it, so its a sort of private experience that only for the ones that were there can truly believed something extraordinary like that. I hope nobody have a similar experience. THE END.

Reading and Writting Inventory

How much do I read? What kinds of things do I read?I use to read a lot on vacations but, while I’m in school I usually don’t read a lot of books. I maybe read a book every 3 months. I like to read mostly books related to investigations and mostly based on sci-fi.

Do I like to read? Why or why not? I like to read because every book is a new experience in my life. There is a variety of stuff you can learn by reading a simple book.

How good a reader am I? Why do I think this is? I think I’m a good reader because a good reader is the one who focus and concentrate on the lectures and is interested in what he is learning and reading.

Do I read much outside of school/at home? What kind of reading do I do there?  Reading at school and home is very important in order to succeed in school, so I usually read a lot at school and at home. The type of reading that I do there is mostly lectures on the school’s books.

Of the things I have read, these are my favorites? why did I like them best? My favourite books are: Harry Potter, Angel and Demons, and Lord of the Rings. I like them because of the themes and the concept that each of these books treat.

How often do I write? What types of writing do I do? I usually don’t write only on school’s works such as essays, lol. The type of writing I use on essays are usually persuasive.

Do I like to write? Why or why not?  Most of the time I like to write but, I dont have the time to do it.

How good a writer am I? Why do I think this is? I really don’t know how good I am writing so, I don’t have an idea what a good write is.

Do I write outside of school/at home? What kind of writing do I do outside of school? Usually no. I don’t do writing outside school, only my homeworks.

Of the things I have written, I like these best… Why do I like them best? The essay in 11th grade. I like it because I focus and inspired myself by just writing it.

How important are reading and writing? Why do I think this is? Throughout history the importance of writing and reading have been and introduction to the world. It’s very important in order to understand things better.

Beowulf (Grendel’s point of view)

It was a cloudy night were human beings can only watch shadows around their path. I was preparing myself for the feast I was just about to delight. I warm myself by stretching my strong thin arms which were articulated with strong bones and muscles. I enter a hall call Herot were for twelve years has been a place where soldiers used to sleep. Years through years the hall become more empty, soldiers’ fear has rose toward me. That night I enter the hall silently and the first image that came to my eyes were the delicious flesh of a soldier that was at the right side of the hall. Carefully, I approached  the soldier and eat in rapid way in order to get to the another human just at one side of it. I approached in a more careful way, when I try to grab the human he grab my arm with a strength that make my whole body tremble for the first time in my life, dizziness fill up my body. The first thing I tried to do in order to in to free myself from the human in every way possible. The other humans in the room rapidly grab their weapons and star attacking me, poor humans! I thought, their weapons were pathetic and useless against my evil and diabolic body. Despair reached my mind and with my whole strength I broke my arm out of my body. A bloody, dark, and boiling substance came out from the hole left behind by my arm. I marched in pain toward my home at the bottom of the lake, where everything turn dark and creepy.

About the author

Who I am?? that’s the question I’m going to answer right now! A basic description about me will probably be something like this: I’m a 17 years old guy, tall, etc. That will probably be a description that will give an idea about who I am, but that’s not the objective of this post, right?  This post is about the way I think and the things I like to do, in few words, details that only few people know about me. I enjoy having a good time with my friends, listen to fresh music, and go to parties. My hobbies are playing the drums and chatting, just to mention a few. I enjoy every single minute, second, and moment in my life as much as I can. I hate being sited doing nothing at all and not doing something useful with my life. This a little description about me and what I like.