1994 – 2019

Spanish Version

En 1994 fui al Colegio Unión de Ñaña. Estuve como estudiante interna. Internado de Señoritas.

Mi Papá escucho de este colegio en sus años de estudiante,  y cuando yo era niña, siempre me lo mencionaba. Cuando estuve en la adolescencia las menciones se volvieron realidad cuando fui de estudiante interna.

El primer semestre recuerdo que estuve en el lado antiguo de el internado. Mis compañeras de pieza eran las mejores. Todas estudiantes universitarias, como yo era la mas pequeña, me cuidaban y hasta cierto punto sentía que me tenían un cariño especial. Aun asi, yo extrañaba mi otra escuela secundaria, por eso le pedí a mi Papá que me regresara a mi otro colegio. Mi Papá me dijo que para 4to no podia porque ya habia pagado el año entero, pero aceptó cambiarme de escuela para 5to de secundaria.

LLego el segundo semestre y con este segundo semestre, nuevas estudiantes. Llegaron dos estudiantes que se volvieron mis mejores amigas y hermanas. El hecho que estuvimos internas hizo que pasaramos muchos dias juntas. Eramos traviesas, conversalonas, tardonas, y amigueras. Una venía de los Estados Unidos (y aunque no fue amistad a primera vista, conforme pasaron los días la queria mas). La otra chicolita tenia unos zapatitos que avisaban de su llegada aún cuando ella estaba lejos (sus zuecos!).

Nos escapamos una que otra vez de el internado (mi Mamá nos encontro en unas de esas andanzas). Nos enviaron a limpiar baños una que otra vez, nos ponian de esquina a esquina para no conversar, es más en algun momento nuestros padres no querian que andemos juntas (recuerdo que lloramos cual magdalenas), al final siempre terminabamos juntas.

Pedí a mi Papá que me dejara en el Colegio Union, la respues de mi pa (que crees, que soy tu juguete?) – para 1995 no regrese con mis queridas amigas, tampoco al Colegio Unión. Iba solo de visita uno que otro miercoles. La muchacha de los zuecos tampoco regreso, es mas, ella desaparecio cual aguja en un pajar. La amiga de los EEUU, con ella conversabamos aquellos miercoles que iba. Cuando terminó el colegio, ella se fue.

Lo que me encanto de la epoca de 4to año de secundaria turno tarde;

– Las caminatas en grupo hacia el internado, con intern@s y otr@s no intern@s

– Las cantadas en grupo hacia el internado, con intern@s y otr@s no intern@s

– El campori de secundaria

– El viaje de pre-promocion 

– Las amistades, tengo muchos rostros en mi memoria, rostros amigables. No habia rivalidad o ver de menos a otros. Quizas hubo uno que otro mal entendido, pero realmente eran triviales

Lo que me hace reír

– Nuestras travesuras

– Las veces que nos castigaban 

Lo que pudo ser mejor

– Tomarse fotos con una cámara propia (tengo una o dos fotos de esa epoca)

Una intrusa que llego en 4to año a un grupo que estudio 1ro, 2do, 3ro y algunos ya se conocian desde primer grado!. Sin embargo me senti parte de. 

Me encontre con muchos despues de 25 años! 

Todos con corazones amigables, algunas caritas no cambian, algunos con unos kilitos de mas, otros con una que otra canita… pero sabes? lo importante no es mucho como lucen exteriormente. Lo mas bonito fue abrazar, contar, comer, reir, hacer barra, cantar juntos… el tiempo volo!  y aunque no hubo tiempo para cotorrear con todos, hubo tiempo para reunirnos.

Y tu? en que capitulo de la vida estas?

En los años de secundaria? Universidad? o ya en base 4, 5, 6 …

Hasta la próxima.

Para servirte;

Mónica

English Version

In 1994 I went to Union School in Ñaña which has a boarding school. I went to Boarding school for young ladies.

My Dad heard great things about this school during his student years, when I was a child he will  always mentioned it to me.

When I was in my teens those words became reality when I was enrolled to go to boarding school.

The first semester I remember that I was on the old side of the boarding school. My roommates were the best. All university students, I was the youngest, they took care of me and to a certain extent I felt that they had a special affection towards me. Even so, I missed my other high school, so I asked my dad to take me back to my other school. My Dad told me that for the current school year he couldn’t because he had already paid for the entire school year, but he agreed to change me to the other school for 5th grade.

In the second semester there were new students. Two students arrived, they became my best friends and sisters. The fact that we were in boarding school made us spend many days together. We were naughty, talkative, often late, for sure friendly. One came from the United States (although it was not friendship at first sight, as the days passed I started to care for her more). The other girl had these shoes that warned us of her arrival even when she was faraway (her clogs!).

We escaped again and again from the boarding school (my mom found us in one of those adventures). Our consequences were to clean toilets once or twice, put us from corner to corner so as not to talk, at some point our parents did not want us to be friends (I remember we cried like Magdalens), in the end we always ended together.

I asked my dad to sign me up at Unión for the coming school year. My dad’s answer: who do you think I am, your toy?.

1995, I did not return with my dear friends, nor to Unión school. I was only stopped by to visit some Wednesdays. The girl with the noisy clogs did not come back either, she disappeared like a needle in a haystack. My american friend I talked to her on Wednesdays, once the school year was over, she was gone. 

What I loved about the time of 4th year of high school the afternoon shift;

– The group walks to boarding school, with interns and other non-interns

– The signing on the way to boarding school, with interns and other non-interns

– The high school camp

– The pre-promotion trip

– Friendships, I have many faces in my memory, friendly faces. There was no rivalry or we didn’t see others as less. Maybe there were some misunderstandings, but they were really trivial.

What makes me laugh

– Our mischieves 

– The consequences for our mischiefs

What could have been better

– Taking few more pictures (I have one or two pictures of that time)

An intruder who arrived in 4th year of high school to a group that studied 1st, 2nd, 3rd year of high school, some already knew each other from first grade of primary school !. However I felt part of the group.

I met many after 25 years, on my birth day!

All with friendly hearts, some faces do not change, some with a few extra pounds, others with some gray hair… but you know? the important thing is not much how they look like. The most beautiful thing was to hug, eat, laugh, cheer, sing together … time flew! and although there was no time to chat with everyone, there was time to reunite.

And you? What chapter of life are you in?

In the high school years? College? or already in base 4, 5, 6 …?

Until next entry.

At your service,

Mónica

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