Autobiography
MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY
By Maia Ivaldi
Memories from school
When I was younger, people used to ask me what I would like to become when I grew up and I answered that I wasn’t sure but what I did know was that I would never become a teacher as my mother, but two years ago that changed.
My life began in a very cold night in June, to be exact on 26th 1986, in the city of Buenos Aires. I lived there the first three years of life with my parents and my older brother.
My father was a furniture salesman and he worked like fourteen hours a day so he wasn’t at home during all day. My mother is a teacher and a psychologist, while she was studying to improve her teaching or to get promoted she was working at some schools in lower class neighbourhoods.
When my younger sister was born we moved to my grandmother’s house in Ramos Mejia, in the province of Buenos Aires. It was really nice to live in a neighbourhood where all my family were close to me and soon were all my preschool and primary school friends as well.
My primary school was pretty much new, and I remember that it was so big, that it has three enormous yards and wide-long halls where we ran and the keeper would scream at us: Don’t run kids!... You’re going to get hurt!
At that school I had the best and worst moments in my educational life so far. I remember almost all the places that we went to, not only the Coca-Cola factory, the Natural Science museum, the Serenisima factory, the school camp in fourth year, and we went to the theatre to see a play in English. I was very excited. I must say at that time it was a very strange activity because state schools lacked money and English wasn’t one of the most important subjects that we were supposed to learn.
Also, every year we had to get ready for the school tournament, which was called friendship tournament and where we competed in volley, handball and other sports among the courses of our same age. It was a full day of fun and excitement.
Besides
By Maia Ivaldi
Memories from school
When I was younger, people used to ask me what I would like to become when I grew up and I answered that I wasn’t sure but what I did know was that I would never become a teacher as my mother, but two years ago that changed.
My life began in a very cold night in June, to be exact on 26th 1986, in the city of Buenos Aires. I lived there the first three years of life with my parents and my older brother.
My father was a furniture salesman and he worked like fourteen hours a day so he wasn’t at home during all day. My mother is a teacher and a psychologist, while she was studying to improve her teaching or to get promoted she was working at some schools in lower class neighbourhoods.
When my younger sister was born we moved to my grandmother’s house in Ramos Mejia, in the province of Buenos Aires. It was really nice to live in a neighbourhood where all my family were close to me and soon were all my preschool and primary school friends as well.
My primary school was pretty much new, and I remember that it was so big, that it has three enormous yards and wide-long halls where we ran and the keeper would scream at us: Don’t run kids!... You’re going to get hurt!
At that school I had the best and worst moments in my educational life so far. I remember almost all the places that we went to, not only the Coca-Cola factory, the Natural Science museum, the Serenisima factory, the school camp in fourth year, and we went to the theatre to see a play in English. I was very excited. I must say at that time it was a very strange activity because state schools lacked money and English wasn’t one of the most important subjects that we were supposed to learn.
Also, every year we had to get ready for the school tournament, which was called friendship tournament and where we competed in volley, handball and other sports among the courses of our same age. It was a full day of fun and excitement.
Besides