Recuerdos de años atrás en Trasóna, vuelven con olor a colegio,con olor a goma de borrar de nata...,cuando era yo la madre que llevaba a mis niñas al cole,o más atrás,cuando junto con mis herman@s y los niñ@s del barrio empezábamos un nuevo curso ,con los libros nuevos,nuevos de verdad,porque el curso anterior,el libro que todas las niñas de mi clase estudiamos fue La Enciclopedia.
Todavia tengo en casa un ejemplar medio destrozado, pero superviviente nato,cosido a mano y sin tapas.
Sin embargo,los libros nuevos eran....un mundo nuevo,algo que ni nuestros padres habían conocido.UNIDADES DIDACTICAS.....MATEMATICAS......LENGUAJE....¡¡¡QUE PASADA!!!.
Mi 1º libro de ejercicios de matemáticas ,era para un trimestre y costaba 5 pesetas.Lo recuerdo porque mi madre me dio un duro para pagar la leche y a mi se me olvido.Al día siguiente en clase,la maestra nos recordó que para recoger el libro de ejercicios teníamos que pagarla 5 pesetas y yo (que no había pagado la leche)ni corta ni perezosa, pague el libro y más tarde tuve que explicar en casa que me había comprado un libro y que la leche estaba sin pagar.
Mi madre puso el grito en el cielo,me mandó a pagar la leche y a decirle a la aldeana que se me había olvidado a mí...No se si se creyó mi versión,posiblemente no,era una señora bastante desagradable y engreída.
Con tanto libro nuevo,necesitábamos cartera nueva y la nuestra era marrón oscuro,fea,fea.....Comparándola con las mochilas de ahora llenas de colores,pegatinas,dibujos,diseños preciosos...... En aquellos años sémi-oscuros era lo que había y a partir de ahí,fuimos mejorando,lo cual está muy bien
In a week we enter the fall, the street fills with leaves, Niñ 's go through my door way to school and I go with joy, shouting and playing, happy to meet her little boy compañer@s.Algún @ rubseyes @ @ in your chair sitting, still is so small sleepy!!!....¡¡¡
Memories of years ago in Trason, return to school smelling, smelling eraser cream ... when I was the mother who took mygirls to school, or more ago, when along with my herman @ s andNiñ @ s in the neighborhood were starting a new course, withnew books, new truth, for the previous year, the book that all girlsin my class studied was the encyclopedia.
I have at home still half destroyed a copy, but born survivor, sewnby hand and without lids.
However, the new books were .... a new world, something which neither our fathers had conocido.UNIDADES MATH ..... ......LANGUAGE TEACHING THAT LAST ....¡¡¡! .
My 1st book of mathematics, was for a quarter and cost 5pesetas.Lo remember because my mother gave me a hard to paymy milk and I olvido.Al next day in class, the teacher reminded usto collect workbook had to pay 5 pesetas and I (who had not paid for milk) not idle, book and pay later at home I had to explain that I had bought a book and that the milk was unpaid.
My mother put the outcry, he ordered me to pay for milk and tell the village that I forgot to me ... do not know if my version was thought, possibly not a lady was quite rude and cocky.
With so much new book, we needed a new wallet and ours wasdark brown, ugly, ugly ..... Compared with backpacks full of colorsnow, stickers, drawings, designs beautiful ...... In semi-darknessthose years was what I had and from there, we got better, whichis well
In a week we enter the fall, the street fills with leaves, Niñ 's go through my door way to school and I go with joy, shouting and playing, happy to meet her little boy compañer@s.Algún @ rubseyes @ @ in your chair sitting, still is so small sleepy!!!....¡¡¡
Memories of years ago in Trason, return to school smelling, smelling eraser cream ... when I was the mother who took mygirls to school, or more ago, when along with my herman @ s andNiñ @ s in the neighborhood were starting a new course, withnew books, new truth, for the previous year, the book that all girlsin my class studied was the encyclopedia.
I have at home still half destroyed a copy, but born survivor, sewnby hand and without lids.
However, the new books were .... a new world, something which neither our fathers had conocido.UNIDADES MATH ..... ......LANGUAGE TEACHING THAT LAST ....¡¡¡! .
My 1st book of mathematics, was for a quarter and cost 5pesetas.Lo remember because my mother gave me a hard to paymy milk and I olvido.Al next day in class, the teacher reminded usto collect workbook had to pay 5 pesetas and I (who had not paid for milk) not idle, book and pay later at home I had to explain that I had bought a book and that the milk was unpaid.
My mother put the outcry, he ordered me to pay for milk and tell the village that I forgot to me ... do not know if my version was thought, possibly not a lady was quite rude and cocky.
With so much new book, we needed a new wallet and ours wasdark brown, ugly, ugly ..... Compared with backpacks full of colorsnow, stickers, drawings, designs beautiful ...... In semi-darknessthose years was what I had and from there, we got better, whichis well
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