Fresh Start

This is an anonymous blog. None of the people I know will read this blog and I chose that because this is more like a diary than a blog. And my inner feelings are my own.

First let me describe myself. In my youth I was a nerd. Best student throughout the high school, very fast runner and a good gymnast I never thought much about girls untill I reached the fabulous sixteen. Before that I lived to be the best, I studied as hard I could , almost all my free time would be to study except for some very weel timed playing hours. Those were like my desert and study was my regular food. I was furious if I got second place, number one was my thing. I remember I had a female colleague once who managed sometimes to surpass me if only by a few cents (like I had 98 and she would have 100%) and that would drive me crazy. This competition was for me like a race course where to not get the first place would be to crash and burn.

I told this to a girl to impress her (the part of the race course) and she betrayed and told the teacher .I had to endure a sermon of one hour and to make an apologetic face. Do teachers really think that we change our way of thinking by listening to their speeches?

At sixteen I had my first love and all this changed...,
But that is for next week.