In my life there are two types of days: the days when I have no inspiration, but time, and the days when hundreds of ideas and want to write assaulted my mind ... and I have not a second to use it in my blog UU This moment would class in a middle ground between these two: I have to study the intemerata, I have no time, but I do not care. Today I'm euphoric, and though I know then I'll pull your hair to lose these valuable fifty minutes of free time on the computer, I do not care.
Why am I so?
Ugh! For many things.
At first, a couple of weeks there was an Olympics of biology in my isntituto, which competed against my city a total of 57 participants, most people six feet 2 º high school (yes, fear gave muuucho @. @, lol).
Peeeeeero, last week got the results, y. .. Tatatachán! I was fifth in 57! It is not all bad, right? Especially considering that I have not had anything to biochemistry, a section that would be three-fourths of the test (Ains, how proud I am!).
Well, the prize has been sooo amazing, as usual, the institute is clinging to the Uncle Scrooge in times of crisis, and has been a pilot metallic (very cool) and a Chinese pen-drive (why not! still appreciate that instead of the pilot, we will not have given her a bic, which are capable).
But there's more.
After seeing how the council begins to hang the Christmas lights, there is something I hope with equal enthusiasm: the swallows.
You know what they are: small, bold, as if wearing a suit, white breast and long tail and vee. Flattened peak, and are always flitting from here to there, pulling sharply at dizzying speeds. You can stay hours looking at these figures rapt drawn against the blue sky, or clouds of spring.
Because that is what they advertise: spring, heat, holidays, short sleeves, on the beach and napping under an umbrella, listening to the ocean and smelling the fresh aroma salty.
Swallows are the best advertisement you can give half of the course-a part of that comes on the radio when flood / fire / collapses / is halved / disappears swallowed by a black hole school. You seem to shout, to warn you, you say you've passed the hardest part, you're in the middle of course, that it is almost back to the beach and make Aguadilla to your friends.
swallows have arrived, spring has arrived.
