Remember that house cleanup I was forced to do last January? In the process, I found an uncursed broken rusty floppy disk with a label reading the same as this thread's title.
This was from an autobiographical writing contest we had at my school, back in '07. For some reason that remains unknown to me to this day, I signed up and repeatedly prompted my friend to do the same. He gave me the words he was able to throw up in this floppy.
For your reading pleasure, I recovered the document using my magic computer forensic skills and translated it to English, while attempting to preserve the typos, awkward sentence construction and feel of the original
1 = in the original Spanish, he used the wrong gender for "primary"
My Primary School1
My childhood began at that school in that 1st grade with new friends and a new teacher. I remember my first day I was very nervous, but afterwards I got accustomed and began making friends with the others. We made a good group in 1° "C" with my best friend <name withheld>.
Second grade was with the same teacher and the same group. On third grade my best friend left but new ones came. We finally arrive at the last cycle, the hardest2. I remember the seventh grade classroom was in front of a window and we always had dictation and we were in silence the noise from buses or cars stood out, and in the afternoon the smell of the foods that were prepared. The girls' bathroom was in front of my classroom and that made it be almost always busy because there ws a lady cleaning it and clean smell. On the other hand, the boys' bathroom not so much, because they didn't care a lot as every time they fixed it the kids broke it.
The rooftop was our wide recreation place frm which all of the school could be seen, that's where we got ahead with our tasks to finish our works fast and go play football3.
My primary school is the place where I'd like to return because I spent many of the best stages of my life there.
2 = since primary school in Argentina lasts seven years, I'm guessing he found a time machine at some point during third grade
3 = maybe this is why you work on a supermarket pushing carts now
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