Quien no recuerda aquellas maņanas aburridas en clase escribiendo una y otra vez el nombre de esa persona en algun cuaderno? Esa persona que creemos que sera la primera y unica de nuestra vida y aunque sepamos que no es asi nos da igual y preferimos disfrutar la ilusion mientras dure? No se, ahora que empieza el buen tiempo he recordado mi epoca de estudiante y como la llegada del calor me hacia mirar por la ventana y desear estar ahi fuera libre y no atrapada en una clase donde no me enseņaban nada. Estos dos, un lapiz y una goma fueron mi mejor compaņia y mis mejores amigos, los que me ayudaron a llenar de dibujos los horribles libros de mates y los cuadernos llenos de copias hechas en los castigos "no volvere a soņar despierta con el dibujo mientras este en clase, no volvere a soņar despierta con el dibujo mientras este en clase, no volvere a soņar despierta con el dibujo mientras este en clase..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Who does not remember those mornings bored in class again and again writing the name of that person in any book? That person that we believe will be the first and only of our lives and although we know it is not so we do not care and prefer to enjoy the illusion for the duration? No, now that the good weather I remembered I was a student and as the heat of summer made me look out the window and wish you were there be free and not trapped in a class where they taught me nothing. These two, a pencil and a rubber company were my best and my best friends who helped me fill out the horrible cartoon math books and notebooks full of copies made in the punishment "I will not daydream with the drawing while in class, I will not daydream with the drawing while in class, I will not daydream with the drawing while in class ..."
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry. ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong. PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time. ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found it on tumblr... thought i might add it to make this awkward and stuff
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