21 cosas que hacen bonita a la fac

1. No importa que tan tarde sea la primera clase del día, de todas formas me jeteo durante esa clase..

2. Que puedo cambiar muchísimo sin siquiera notarlo...

3. Que puedes querer a muchas personas de diferentes formas...

4. Que las niñas de la universidad... también avientan papelitos...

5. Que normalmente conoces ahí al amor de tu vida, al cual siempre recordarás...

6. Que si fuiste inteligente en la prepa.. ¿importa?, es pasado ¿no? ...

7. Que copiar puede ser sinónimo de verificar o corregir...

8. Que puedes estar en una fiesta la noche anterior del examen final, y pasar...

9. Que si llevas una chamarra que te cubra completamente del frío, todos te preguntarán: ¿dónde cayó la nevada?...

10. Que existen materias que requieren más tiempo que todas las clases juntas...

11. Que puedes saber todo y reprobar el examen...

12. Que puedes no saber nada y sacar una buena calificación...

13. Que la mayor parte de mi educación la obtendré fuera del salón de clases...

14. Que la casa es un gran lugar para visitar cuando hay exámenes...

15. Que pasas mas timpo en las instalaciones de la fac, que en tu casa...

16. Que es posible estar solo, aun cuando estas rodeado de mil personas...

17. Que tus amigos tomarán caminos diferentes, pero nunca se olvidarán de la amistad, ni de las cartas, ni de las pedas, ni de las fiestas, ni de las viejas ni de...

18. Que lo único por lo que quisieras volver a la Universidad, es por volver a estar con la raza...

19. Que cada reloj en el campus tiene diferente hora...

20. Que los maestros no siempre tienen la razon, y puedes comprobarlo...

21. Que es muy util una botellita verde...

Dead At 17

Agony claws my mind. I am a statistic. When I first got here, I felt very much alone. I was overwhelmed by grief, and I expected to find sympathy. I found no sympathy. I only saw thousands of others whose bodies where as badly mangled as mine. I was given a number and placed in a category. The category was called "traffic fatalities." The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus! But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded. "All the kids drive." When the 2:50 P.M. bell rang, I threw my books in the locker. Free until tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot, exited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. It doesn't matter how the accident happened, I was goofing off-going too fast, taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard a crash and felt a terrific jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream. Suddenly, I awakened. It was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn’t feel anything. Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head. I can't be dead. I'm only 17. I've got a date tonight. I'm supposed to have a wonderful life ahead of me. I haven't lived yet. I can't be dead! Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks came to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked very old. He told the man in charge, "Yes-he is our son. "The funeral was weird. I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked by. Please-somebody-wake me up! Get me out of here. I can't bear to see Mom and Dad in such pain. My grandparents are so weak from grief that they can barely walk. My brother and sister are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze. Everybody. No one can believe this. I can't believe it, either. Please don't burry me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance. Please don't put me in the ground! I promise if you give me just one more chance, God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance. Please, God I'm only 17.

John Berrio