Just some about how I got my PhD.

I've been alive for almost 18 years and since I remember I've been in the freaking school. I think my memory began to work when I got in school. My education started at home like every other human being with a family but "profesionally" started at the "Estancia Infantil Acapulco" or something like that, a kind of kindergarten in Caleta where I studied my very first grade and the second one of preschool. I really liked it there because we were just a few kids per classroom, like 12 or something. I remember my teacher, Miss Lupita, she was very kind and warm. I also loved the fact that they had ballet classes and I was in love with my tutu and my ballerina slippers.

I don't really know why but my parents got me out of there and enrolled me in Colegio América for the last year of preschool. Teacher were great and the place was lovely. I was one of the first ones to learn how to read and I really liked that they taught us some English. I studied there for 8 years 'til first grade of Junior High School.

Elementary school was great, except for some bitter teachers and annoying classmates but you will almost find that everywhere. I began to be a good student, responsible and dedicated in Colegio Amércia because they encouraged the students to always be the best. But when I got to junior high school I realized that it was absolutely different from elementary school, a whole different world. The service (because I was a costumer) wasn't as good as in elementary school. I did learned a lot of things but it was way too easy to be an A+ student there so it lost credibility so my parents decided I needed a new school, a better one and challenger. And like my mom's brothers studied in La Salle and they always talk marvelous things about it, she decided it would be a good school for me...

...and that's how I began hating school. It was way too freaking hard! A lot of homework, a lot of students per classroom, in just a few words: HELL (a catholic one though). I really had an awful time trying to adapt but I think I kinda did it, I mean, it's a good school, a quality one but sometimes it's just too much. Then I started High school, not so much different from junior high school, just a lot more students, some new asignatures, different teachers, etc. I have to admit that High school have been easier than junior high school, I have felt more relaxed (kinda) but with his usual challenges, but I do get better grades!. I still hate school, especially on mornings (those effin' mornings!) but now that the finish line it's so close I can almost taste it.

I think my education has been a good inversion of money, time, effort and lots of tears, sweat and blood (more tears than anything). Well, kinda.