My hard times in HS - part 2

This text is part 2 of 2. Please read part 1 here.

After being bullied all throughout 5th grade (equivalent of 9th grade for American schools), my mom decided to transfer me to a bigger school. I then went to where my best friend Louise attended. (I mentioned she even came all the way from Brazil to see me a couple years ago. She's awesome!) The problem was that I was late in the transfer and, by then, her class was full. I had to be put in a different class. She was 6th grade C and I was now A. (Schools in Brazil are a little different. You don't get to pick your subjects. You're in a big group and everyone attends the same classes.)

Because we were so close (have always been since kindergarten), I knew pretty much all of her friends and was very excited to change schools, but once I entered the A class, knowing nobody, things changed quickly. The girls hated me from day one because I was cute. I know that for a fact since, later on, when we got over those issues, they confessed it to me. What a life!

My hard times in HS - part 1

When I was still in Middle School I was very popular. I had the most friends, some of the best grades, knew all the teachers and all this kind of stuff some kids effortlessly have. Kinda like some movie you'd see with some teenage drama (I love those, by the way.)

Then, when High School started, all my friends left our little school and moved on to bigger 1000's+ people institutions. I considered (my parents did) moving as well, but the teachers knew me, right? I had good grades and the school, even small, had a great way of teaching. We decided I'd stay.

(UN)interesting facts about myself #003

Another Friday is upon us and I have a lot planned for today, including going along with Chris' family to see Santa. My nieces and nephews have visited Santa at the MOA every year, ever since they were born, to give him their list in person. Then, of course, Santa comes to their house on the night of Christmas Eve. Very exciting!

This list relates some concerts I have ever been to (in the US), when I was younger and had lesser debts and used to go see live performances all the time. Now, not so much, even though I have U2 tickets for the upcoming year, here in Minneapolis. Looking forward to that!

This list is kind of in order of preference, but I wouldn't swear by it. Too many too good to pick favorites!

1. Smashing Pumpkins - Virgin Festival, Baltimore MD 2007 / St. Paul MN 2007 (click for pics)
2. Radiohead - Dallas TX 2008 (pics on Orkut)
3. Muse - New York NY 2007 (no pics, sorry!)
   

(UN)interesting facts about myself #002

It's Friday and I'm continuing with these facts about myself, after a couple of weeks off ( I went to Florida on vacation - awesome - then my mom came over, we had birthdays and Thanksgiving, and now I'm back to routine for real.)

Here are the 10 topics for this week:

1. I'm brutally honest and proud of it.
2. Two of my best friends are girls I met in kindergarten (did you hear old friends??)
3. I always curse when driving, sorry!

(UN)interesting facts about myself #001

Every week I'll have a tiny list (10 topics) with random stuff I find kinda obvious or completely unexpected about myself or the ones surrounding me. Shall we open the can of worms?

1. Even though I'm from Recife, where the temperature is high 80º's pretty much all year long, I hate the heat
2. I'm a proud germaphobe
3. My voice is horrible but I sing (secretly) all the time

The worst trip of my life - part 2: & Back

This text is part 2 of 2. Please read part 1 (There) here.

5 months had passed since I had last seen my family and friends, the beach and especially the heat of Recife. It was April and Minnesota was blooming beautifully, but not warm quite yet. Leaving anyone you love behind to meet others you also love is always bittersweet. I was anxious to go home and very sad to leave Chris again, but had no idea what was in store for me.

The worst trip of my life - part 1: There

I've lived here and back in Brazil quite a few times before moving for good. My family has visited me in many occasions and Chris has also made this trip more than the average person, I'm guessing. But no one can tell the stories I can. I dare you!