El acto ha tenido lugar en el salón de actos del IES Abastos y, concluida la entrega de premios, la organización ha felicitado a las alumnas personalmente por la originalidad y calidad lingüística de sus relatos. 

A continuación los relatos de las tres alumnas para que todos puedan disfrutar de ellos. Congratulations!

Relato de Ana Chiner:

Dear teacher,

I am Sarah and I am 14 years old. I guess you’ll know who I am. I am writing to you from the past to tell you that my dream since I was little has been to be a teacher, as you already know.

I always played with my dolls and I imagined that they were my students. I bought all the notebooks that my teachers had, I keep doing it. I had all kinds of blackboards and hung them on the walls of my room. Every time I played, I went from being Sarah to being the teacher Sarah. Time passed and I began to realize that what started as a game I wanted to become my profession. So far, I fight every day to make that dream come true, so that all those notebooks come true, so that all those blackboards become reality and so that those dolls stop being dolls and become real students. I believe and I am convinced that these dreams can be fulfilled and I know that if you fight, you will get Sarah from the future.

I know that you have struggled a lot to achieve your dream and I know that you will continue doing it and that you will be able to become the teacher Sarah that you dreamed of as a little girl.

I know I’m going to get it. A big hug,

Sarah from the past.

PS: Do not open this letter until you become teacher Sarah, or what is the same, until I become teacher Sarah.

Relato de Elsa:

Dear teacher,

If you don’t know me, I am your table, and the table of all teachers who are in the class where I am during the day. I am writing to you a letter because I have to comment with you some facts that happen to all the tables of all the classes.

To begin with, I can say that there is a very big problem, something that all teachers do, and of course, all tables are becoming angry at. The problem is that you don’t speak with us; you are with your computer or teaching, but you don’t speak with us. I can say, and you have to know, that we try to speak and, sometimes, we throw things to the floor, to keep your attention, but the only thing that you do is picking up the things that we throw and continue working.

Secondly, I have to tell you that often teachers and pupils put many books or bags over us, and we are so tired about that; we have to support the weight of all these things and, from time to time, we also have to support the weight of the teachers, that like to sit on us. That is not good because one day, maybe we will get angry, and maybe we will decide to break up.

That’s not all, another thing that all the tables hate is when you write on us, and also when pupils draw or write on us. Do you think this is good? No, that’s not good, like all the other things that I commented before that happen to us.

Think about it, and please treat us fine, and make your pupils respect us, and I can assure you that we will be many more years together.

Bye,

Relato de Claudia:

Dear teacher,

I don’t know you; I don’t know how your face, your smile or your voice is. I don’t know if you are a girl or a boy. I know that I’m going to do a long travel with you. The most important in my life. One that will mark me and I will have a good memory of. My mother doesn’t know but I’m nervous. I spent all night without sleeping. I was all summer pretending to be brave, but I’m scared.

I have never been separated from my mother for so long. She told me that it would only be 3 hours and later she would come back. What am I going to do without my mother? With a person that I don’t know, and a lot of children around me? Do you think I will cry? Will they laugh at me? If my mother leaves me there, will I see her again?

And the day arrived. We left home. I didn’t know if I would come back. I took my mother strong by her hand. I met a neighbour in the porch. She said hello, and added “your first day of class?” I had a lump in my throat. I couldn’t answer and I just smiled.

I arrived at the door of the school. I heard numbers 1 to 10. No! I was number 6. It was my turn. I entered with my head down and the voice of an angel told me “good morning”. I raised my head and there you were. You, with the sweetest smile I had ever seen in my life. I relaxed. You touched my cheek and you asked me my name.

Thank you for all, teacher.

Claudia.