An Ordinary Vacation Day
In this post, I'm going to describe how I spend my day:I wake up at around seven fifteen. Then, I spend forty-five minutes thinking profoundly (read: thinking profoundly here means thinking about what to do today). finally get out of the bed and (rarely) fold my sheets neatly. Then, I take out my iPod and earphones, draw the curtains of the kitchen and dance for a while (dancing means running about, imagining that I'm singing in front of a large audience).
Then grandmother comes and yells at me for listening to music with the volume up so loud. She then goes on lamenting that I'm a hopeless case and I'll suffer later on by working like a maid (My condition will be like a character from an soap opera, my grandfather adds). My mom leaves for her office and gives me a lot of hugs and endearing words (the opposite of which I'll hear later in the evening. But I don't blame her. She really does get tired after working all day).
After she leaves, I switch on the comp…
Then grandmother comes and yells at me for listening to music with the volume up so loud. She then goes on lamenting that I'm a hopeless case and I'll suffer later on by working like a maid (My condition will be like a character from an soap opera, my grandfather adds). My mom leaves for her office and gives me a lot of hugs and endearing words (the opposite of which I'll hear later in the evening. But I don't blame her. She really does get tired after working all day).
After she leaves, I switch on the comp…