La Vida De Un Vago

La Vida De Un Vago

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Te haz sentado alguna vez a ver las estrellas, a ver el paisaje que te rodea o a escuchar los sonidos de tu alrededor? Pues yo no. Siento que seria una perdida de tiempo, sabes?... La verdad es que no me recuerdo ver algo que me aya cautivado o me allá atrapado más que dormir... Que quien soy? Yo soy el vago del curso o asi me llaman. Pero me puedes llamar jhonn o al menos ese es mi nombre... La vida siempre sigue el mismo patron: Naces creces trabajas y mueres. Si haces más o si haces menos nada cambiará... Ser notado tener fama y demás palabrería solo son excusas para esforzarse a trabajar pero al final de la vida solo quedará polvo de lo que eras... Creo que lo mejor sería vaguear mientras pueda porque después no habrá tiempo para descansar aparte de la muerte...
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24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

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