My English Proyect

Dr. Rockheart

Hello my dear children, I am your beloved Dr. Rockheart. In this section I will give the answers of the lucky ones that wrote me last week. Remember that you can still write me all of your love problems, and I will try with all my soul and charm to help you through these obstacles of life. You shall no fear, me dear ones, because the path of love is a dirty one and I would love to help you clean, my children.

So, lets start with the first mail, this one is from Vinicious……. Oh MY GOSH, it seems his little Brazilian heart is I danger. Lest us read what he says.

Dear Dr. Rockheart, I think im falling in love with a girl of the school, but ill be heading back to Brazil in no time. I don’t know what to do. Am I going crazy?

Oh my sweet boy, it brings tears to my eyes to see you like this. My child, a heart never lies. If yours is telling you that you may have found the girl of your dreams here, you don’t have to worry of what is going to happen after on. Just live the moment my pumpkin, and you will be free.

Oh, these kids, they want to spread high in the sweet sky when they are barely staring to open their wings. How charming.
Lets see, here we have another mail. This one is from Paquita Lopez and it sais:

Dear Dr. Rockheart, my life sucks so much; I have a problem so big that I can’t hold it alone anymore. I’m in love with a boy, but he already has a girl. I don’t know if he loves her, but they look so happy all the time. What should I do?


Oh me cherry pie, you are lost into one of loves blackest holes. Loving a man that doesn’t belong to you will bring you pain into your heart, my baby. Sometimes life seems to be unfair and gray, but you don’t have to worry, the truth is that everything has a reason to be that way. Maybe you will find someone even better for you, or who knows what could happen. Just stay strong, my lollipop, and everything will be cool.

Well, this is it for this week, my Wonka nerds, but you know ill be always here for you. Write me to my mail: iminmiamitrick@hotmail.com
Or call my personal number 7441947445.

STAY STRONG TO THE TOUCH OF LOVE, AND IF YOU THINK THAT NOONE LOVES YOU, YOU ARE WRONG. I LOVE YOU.























THE RACE OF OUR LIFES
BY EMANUEL VALDES



The race for the Peace in the World happened this past Saturday in the city of Acapulco.
Contestants of all ages waited impatiently under a 7 am cloudy sky for the first call. There was music and balloons, and even when it was way too early for being up in a Saturday, there was a flow of excitement and challenge in the air.
The beginning lines where different, depending of how old the racers where, but the dare was the same for all of us. It was a long way to the finish line. Obviously, no one was forcing us to run with all our guts or to give all what you have in this simple and fun competition. It was entirely up to us to decide if we were going to run or to walk, or to take a taxi and be in the finish line without a single drop of sweat.
But for some, this was not game at all.
For some of us, this race was like the life itself; in choosing to give everything or just the enough. In taking the challenge or just seeing it like another race of another year.
Well, I can assure you I ran in that race, and I did it with my heart.
I was a contestant, and through I knew there where people so much faster than me, I wasn’t going to let them have me easily.
And so we were, all La Salle School, waiting for the beginning shot, with the air coming faster into our lungs and the eyes looking sharp to the concrete street.
Ready, set….Go!

The earth under the streets shacked when over two thousand feet stroke the pavement at one time. People ran everywhere, like deer escaping from a group of hunters, only that these hunters, where just the other racers behind us. There where smiles and yells all around the streets, with people staring and waving their hands from their cars. But the laughs soon stopped, because the street started to go upwards. I felt in that moment, how my smile vanished, because my lungs were starting to have problems sucking air normally. But my happiness didn’t shattered; because I knew the race was really starting now.
Some people in front of me started to walk; they had burned it too early. I knew my time was close, my condition is not that good anymore, but I couldn’t throw the towel just yet. I knew I still had more.
Mi legs were soaring, and the sweat covered all my body now. I didn’t know for how long I had been running but it must have been a while already.
I wanted to stop, I was tired, and so I did. My body wasn’t ready for the race, and I started feeling better when my breathing started to relax.
But then, out of no where, five or six runners passed me in no time. They looked as tired and wasted as me, but they didn’t stop. That made me angry. Why could they go farther? Why could they kept running?
What made them different from me?
And the answer jumped in front of my face like another runner passing me.
“Because they chose to”.
And so I started running once more, I didn’t know if I were going to endure it till the finish line, but Hell, I was going to try it.
Every step I took pained deeper, but I wasn’t going to stop, not again.
Suddenly, a big mass of people appeared in front of me, they weren’t too far. They weren’t running, they where standing and cheering to the people that were going through the finish line.
An unknown fire jumped out from my chest, and I ran those last 200 meters with the last breath I had.
I didn’t win a medal, I didn’t win the race, but I got to the finish line, when others decided not to.
That’s got to mean something.