artsy-angryemo english chronicles (╯ ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)╯┻━┻
well, let's start this, since this started at the beginning of semester , it was such a pain of ass to assist to classes. Sometimes it was like to travel back to past when i was on fourth media grade at school (that sucks), but as time goes on things that you used to hate turns into a more normalized and nice thing that doesn't have to make you pissed off or frustrated, or make you feel like your are wasting your time doing stuff that you are not willing to listen, talk, or write. There are a lot of thing, moments, places (blablabla) that allows you to reflect on the time and space -without any drug- and to value the context and people that you are sharing classes in spite of the shitty temperature, and the fact that we will arrived a little bit late to our homes. However, from the last classes that I assisted to now, classes were kinda of a test to myself to get to a peaceful state of mind, in known that all this is passing on, and all will be finished sooner than later -jus...