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For me, it was a necessary experience. It is my first blog, where I can express my feelings and experiences. I discovered that the definition of being a 'night owl' fits me perfectly. I was able to let off steam about the assault, which I hadn't talked to anyone so deeply. I tried to tell a story as if it were told to a blind person. I wrote stories, completely insane, with my friends. I am really grateful for these lessons and I hope to continue improving, because I know that I still have a lot to go. In my opinion, I prefer to write on a piece of paper, I feel more creative, more imaginative, it makes it more personal, more charged with feeling. Personally, I thought it would be boring, but it was very entertaining, to be able to create stories with my friends, and create stories by myself. I didn't know the writing process, no idea of commas, when a sentence is correct or not, and that kind of thing. But now I know they are completely ...

The university may be an overwhelming experience, you have to do so many things with so little time. There are boring lecturers making classes even more boring… All that things can make you feel tired from this place. That’s why today we are going to show you some tips in order to be the best bad university student ! And have even more fun that the regular students. Going to college can be funnier and much better without stress and making the less effort possible.  Be late. Always. Be an attention seeker. Don’t worry about learning at all, the only important thing is that you pass the exams, so copy everything.  Participate in group works, and “try to help” doing nothing. Use headphones while the teacher is talking.  Send messages by cell phone during the whole class. Calculate how many days you can miss classes in the semester. If you feel stressed, depressed, or simply do not feel like attending, don’t hesitate to miss. After all, you can always ask your ...

Mark bought a couple of rabbits in a pet store, he named them Iris and Linus. They were white and brown, respectively. His wife, Amanda, wasn’t very happy with the news, especially because she is not a pet person, all the hair the animals leave makes her angry. And these rabbits dropped a lot of hair.  But, Amanda thought it was quite rare that out of nowhere Mark bought a pair of rabbits. She suddenly remembered that some time ago, one of her friend told her about her husband having an affair, and that his lover gave him lots of gifts. Amanda thought those rabbits were a gift from a lover, so she had to make a decision.  The next day, while his husband was working, Amanda took the rabbits and left the house. She had a friend that had a pet snakes, and he told her once what his snakes ate. It was just perfect. She didn’t care about what his husband could say after that, she was going to pretend that she didn’t know anything, maybe they got out the house or som...

The story goes like this. There are two cute and small octopuses in a fish tank, in a fish shop, in Santorini, Greece. Octo is orange, the inner parts of his arms are white, his eyes and his little suckers are also orange. Pus is pink with light blue eyes, the inside of her arms are also white, but her suckers are light pink. It’s pretty early, they were hugging, all lovely, when a hand with a yellow glove grabs Pus. The hand pulls her tightly, separating them and pulling Octo back into the fish tank. He sticks to the glass, worried, while the man weighs her, and then puts her in a cooler. Apparently a thin, tall and tanned man had bought her. Octo observes, terrified, as the man climbs into a three-wheeled truck, where there were some decals of an octopus above two usuba knives. He imagines tragically, how they would tear her apart. Then the man puts the cooler in the passenger seat and, while starting the car engine, Octo escapes from the fish tank in full panic, ...

It was dark and late. We were walking in front of the Lider of the southern sector (Iquique, Chile). When I saw it. I remember the smell of smoke and the blizzard that I felt when the car passed by our side. I remember the young woman, with yellow hair and black roots, and a serious face, peeking out the window of the co-pilot seat. When we reached the end of the climb, there was a car parked, it was white and had red lights behind. When they got out of the car, it was at the exact moment that Ben cut the call. Every part of my body felt cold, and then two women and three men got out of the car. My eyes traveled immediately to my friends, while in the background I listened to a woman scream 'Do you remember me?' A short, thin, black-haired woman with a fringe approached with a small knife towards Kira. The three men pounced on Ben, one of them pulled him from his blond hair trying to hit him, but he managed to cover his face. ...

H onestly, I would have prefered to be an early bird. But, unfortunately, I am more of a night owl. I like the night. I like it because I feel more comfortable at night, when everything is quieter and peaceful. For some reason I feel very proactive at night, I feel like doing everything I didn’t want to do during the day or in the afternoon. I like to bathe in the night, it calms me down and takes away all the stress of the day. Also, I like to clean my room at two a.m. for three simple reasons; my older brother is never at home, my grandma sleeps in a room quite far from mine, and my mom is used to the noise. So I can do whatever I want at that time, and nobody is going to complain about it. It works for me, because during the day; my grandmother wants to talk all the time, my mom is always cleaning the house, and my brother often brings his friends. So, during the night I can concentrate and do my homework better. The worst thing about being a Night Owl, is that, in...

  "It ain't too much, but it's honest work"   As the meme says, it's not too much but it's all I have. Welcome to my blog. I'll not say my name, but I will introduce myself a little. I am a 19 year old girl, who is in her second year of English Pedagogy. (Expecting to survive) Here I will be posting my paragraphs of my Creative Writting class .