EN ESPAÑOL
Me llamo Cristian Aguilar, también Marcelo, pero como no me gusta, solo aparece en mi documento, concurro al colegio Domingo Faustino Sarmiento, a pocas cuadras de la avenida santa fe. mi recorrido es siempre el mismo, vivo en retiro, en la villa que está a poca cuadras de la terminal de ómnibus de retiro, llego a la parada del colectivo línea 100,casi siempre viene rápido, pero los viernes algunas veces tarda, ya que cortan por la estación de trenes “san Martin” y no dejan pasar a los colectivos hasta la estación.
Casi siempre viajo solo, escuchando música y si quizás me encuentro con algún compañero del colegio, converso con algunos, miro por la ventana ,a la gente, los vehículos, mucho más veo aquellas personas que no respetan las calles o avenidas y caminan como si nada, también a los autos que ni les importa y se manda una picada, eso me da bronca, nadie, va casi nadie aprende modales hoy en día, quizás no tenga nada que ver con lo que tengo que escribir pero es lo que en estos momentos estoy pensando, bajo del colectivo y camino 1 cuadra al frente, si llego temprano me quedo a hablar con algunos amigos un rato, pero el tiempo pasa volando y cuando me doy cuenta ya estoy adentro en el aula, haciendo algún trabajo o simplemente sigo escuchando música, depende la materia en la que estamos.
EN INGLES
My name is Cristian Aguilar, Marcelo also, but since I do not like, only appears in my document, go to school Domingo Faustino Sarmiento, a few blocks from Santa Fe Avenue. my journey is always the same, I live in retirement in the village which is walking blocks from the bus terminal retirement, came to the bus stop line 100, almost always comes fast, but sometimes it takes on Friday, as cut by the railway station "Saint Martin" and do not let the collective to the station.
Almost always travel alone, perhaps listening to music and if I meet a colleague from school, talk to some, looked out the window, people, vehicles, much more I see people who do not respect the streets and avenues and walk as if nothing, also the cars or care and sent a dive, that gives me anger, anyone learning manners is hardly anyone today, perhaps it has nothing to do with what I have to write but that's what these now I'm thinking, under the bus and walk 1 block to the front, if I'm early I'm talking with some friends a while, but time flies and when I realize I'm in the classroom, doing some work or just keep listening to music, depends on the area in which we are.
Almost always travel alone, perhaps listening to music and if I meet a colleague from school, talk to some, looked out the window, people, vehicles, much more I see people who do not respect the streets and avenues and walk as if nothing, also the cars or care and sent a dive, that gives me anger, anyone learning manners is hardly anyone today, perhaps it has nothing to do with what I have to write but that's what these now I'm thinking, under the bus and walk 1 block to the front, if I'm early I'm talking with some friends a while, but time flies and when I realize I'm in the classroom, doing some work or just keep listening to music, depends on the area in which we are.
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