Colegio Williams

I feel so confident writing in english and, right now I cannot stop thinking of all of those good english teachers and english projects I had and did there. Of course I’m a great fan of Quique, or Donald Bertrand, such a great mind who found a great nest to develop all of his crazy ideas, the truth is, I always wanted to have a class with him, it was such a pity when, on the last year, he was the teacher of just 1 class, and it wasn’t mine. Miss Rosario, of whom everyone was afraid of, but if you got to know her she was a really nice and kind woman, although a bit scary, she was kind of like Chabelo, she never changed, some people joked that the only thing that changes throughout the years is that her high heels are reduced by a cm every year, I’m picturing her with her long black dress, red long coat and of course her black shoes and a folder on her hand.

My best and most hated teacher will always be Mr. Armando, we all hated him but loved him, we bullied him and he bullied us, they had to call my parents at least 3 times because I had fights with him, we made a song of him, he made us learn a song, a great song, and I still remember the lyrics, of both songs, and I reckon he is one of the teachers that taught me the most and, after 10 years, I still remember him.

Miss Laura, the kindest woman I will ever meet, she has been the sweetest teacher ever, I still remember her after 11 years. Or Miss Elizabeth, who wasn’t even my teacher but she had been my sister’s teacher and was really really nice to me and my family, 16 years ago. Or Miss Claudia(maybe), who would stick our foot to the table’s stick and didn’t let us go to the toilet, there was a traffic light and only when it was green we could ask for permission to go to the toilet; it was always red, and I think it has still been for the past 13 years, I still remember an assignment I did for her class, it was about sea life and I drew the most powerful and hard to draw animal, a green eel. Or Miss Paty Pierdant, we all hated her at first because she behaved like a bitch and ended up loving her. Or Miss B, we all loved her at first and we ended up hating her because she behaved like a bitch. Or the nicest woman on earth, Miss Laura, I never had a class with her but I love her.

And I could continue remembering teachers but I rather start remembering projects. First of all, something I waited for a long time and by the time I had it, it had already changed and it wasn’t the same… Present, Past and Future. Who can forget the castle painted in blue or green by the student’s drawings, who can forget having to write and perform 6 plays, several performances and dances, getting everything from costumes and music to scenography. Who can forget about being at the theatre the whole day, sometimes in character, sometimes not, with your friends, loosing classes, having fun, and getting creative while learning and practicing english skills.

I blame that school for this amazing capacity of developing my creativity and specially Donald for being an example to follow, proving that anyone can be whatever they want, on-stage or of-stage, just look at all the people that now know what to do with their lives thanks to those great opportunities he gave us, helping us to know a lot more about The Beattles, Mozart, Shakespeare, Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods, Rent, Christmas, dancing, acting, writing, designing, news, history, N.E.M.A.s, music, singing, art, body paint, canvass paint, Mauricio and Valeria, theatre, cats, Cats, The Beauty and the Beast, production, lights, being quiet at the theatre, broken stereos, angry producers, Rafael Solana, but mostly about ourselves.

And that’s the way the cookie crumbles…

Mucha mierda!