Sweet Little Sixteen, Chuck Berry

 

Sweet Little sixteen

Chuck Berry, the real king of rock and roll, is one of my favourite artists. I enjoy listening to his music because of the rhythm that makes me to want to dance (I don’t dance really well, but at least I fell like if I would). It’s really nice and the way he plays the guitar can´t be compared to the white rock and roll, the freedom of his movements, the way he moves and dances while he plays the guitar is amazing.

--Last year I went to see him in concert, he was really old and apologizes about that, but I forgive all his mistakes, because he is the king <3

Sweet little sixteen is one of my favourite songs, because of its simple rhythm and it’s really catchy. It doesn’t have a great and deep lyric and I like that because it’s good to just listen to it, and pretend that I’m dancing. In this song he talks about a 16 years old girl and, to resume, he talks about the sweetness and innocence of a young girl.

 

 

A Teacher

When I was at school I had many teachers and they were all different in their own way (and they were all crazy in their own way!) One of them that I still remember because of the way that she acted was one of my history teachers, called Jessica Mardones (well, I actually had three different teachers for history when I was in high school, they were all crazy, I think it’s common to history teachers to be out of their mind)

She was really, really crazy! She hardly remembered our names, even when she was our teacher for two years. She was also used to make monologues to teach us, and pretended to be a student (she invented the weirdest names) and asked herself the things she expected us (or not) to ask.

It was fun to be in her class because of the way she taught, it made time to spend faster, and we didn’t realized when it was time to leave. But she was also evil and she always tortured us in the tests by making them really difficult, especially when you made the test after the rest of the class. It happened to me one year that I got sick for one test and had to make it a week after my classmates did, it was the worst test I’ve ever done in my life, she ate me alive! and I also had a really bad mark on that test :c it was sad, and I learned to never miss a test in the rest of my life (it was like to condemn myself to death), and I also taught that to my little sister (who’s not that little, but it makes me feel big to say it) who is in the same school I was and she also has the same teacher I had!