Keep up

     Wake up, wash your face, get ready for school and (try to) pay attention in the class. That's a child's everyday routine. However, when we (teens) have a bad day, or week, or month maybe, we are supposed to keep up with our lives.  As far as the most of people are concerned that's how it's gonna be, if every time somebody had a bad day, he skipped school or work, then the world would have even more problems than he already has. Despite all this, how are we going to do everything we are supposed to when our minds are off the classroom? When we can't concentrate in anything else but our problems? (Ok, i'll skip the irony part where i have to say that teens can't have any real problems).
     Some try to just "turn off" the switch off caring about something, but i have to say, it's not going to last for long. So what is left to do? My advice? Deal with the problem when it's still early because the longer it lasts the worse it gets and at some later point, you won't feel like dealing with it...

i wish i could explain

There are times when you simply don't know what to do. You feel that something is going terribly wrong but you don't know what. However, every problem has a solution (that's what out mathematicians at school, say, right?), so what's the solution to this problem?

   

Fall on your bed and believe that when you wake up everything is going to be okay?

Wait for anything to happen, so that you can figure out what's happening?


I wish i knew...

A debt to the grandmother (final)

    Max looked out of the bedroom's window which faced a narrow street, it was raining, another rainy day, he thought. He put on his work's uniform and rushed out his small apartment, he had been leaving in London for almost 3 years and he still hadn't got used to that rain.It had passed 5 years since his grandmother decided to show his the right way, the way he followed, partly. After that day, he went to the class in regular bases, as well as doing his homework. Two years later, few days after his graduation from high school, she passed away. Her death had a get effect on him and took him a while to stand up to his own feet again. Despite her good relationship with Max' s mother, he avoided her and denied her. Even though his grandmother's last wish was for him to mend the gap between them, he never did the first step, neither his mother as she was completely absorbed by her work and new husband.
      After two years of hard labour, Max decided to leave his home-village and go to London, to look for a better job, better than cutting woods. Of course, his real motive was to pay his debt to his grandmother, as he still felt deeply indebted to her, despite her death. After spending some months in an open university, he took a diploma and got employed. He did what his grandmother told him, he became better than his father, he left the village without leaving nobody behind (his mother didn't count at all).
    He walked through the rainy streets of London and got into the factory where he worked.

And he finally felt happy.

A debt to the grandmother (part 2)

      It was one of the December's coldest nights, when the young Max decided to return to his home, after such a hard day at work, he had cut twice the trees he would cut other days since his fellow woodcutter was sick and he needed the money pretty bad. Max knew pretty well what luck of money could cause to a family and he hated the fact that missing one day's payment could make such a huge difference to a man's finances, specially when he had a family, big family.
    He took a shortcut in order to save some time and get back home as soon as he could, he was physically exhausted. He entered from the front door quitely, so that we wouldn't wake up his  beloved grandmother, the one he owed so much to. The light turned up suddenly and Max hopped and looked around startled. His grandmother stood by the lamp right side with everyday clothes, not nightgown.
"Why are you up so late gran? It way passed your bedtime" said quite annoyed by his grandmother's surprise.
"I wanted to talk to you Maxwell"
"What about?and what's up with this Maxwell thing?"
"Sit down, we have a lot to talk about!" said with a tone that showed no room for negotiation. Max sit in the armchair unease.
"So, what's all this about?"

" I received your report card today! No, don't try to explain yourself Maxwell, told him and prevented him from saying all kind of excuses. "Your father was a low-life man with no sense of responsibility and no knowledge of what was happening around him. Do you know why?

He shrugged "Genes?"

"No! He was exactly like you, working from a young age, rarely setting a foot on school. How did this turned out for him, Maxwell?"

"Becoming a bastard?"

" Maxwell-Richard Cubes, don't play the smartass to me! You know very well! Everybody used him in their own way and when he finally realised it, it was already too late"

"Like father like son, isn't that what they say?Is that what you are afraid of?"

"I don't want to see you wasting your life in the same way he did!"

"So, I have to study, become a doc and make my life?Is this my only solution?"

"No, it's not the only solution. But having knowledge of what is happening around you, so that they won't take advantage of you, is your only solution so that you won't be your father's son. You have to be better than that! Don't make the same mistakes he did, be more, do more!
And he did.