El Ratón

Today I saw a dead mouse on the street and the smell was about to make me faint, it reminded me of the classroom of our National Secondary School.
And if you go to the cemetery or if you are going to visit the jail you can swear they look like our National Secondary School. I wanted to escape from the National, they gave me chills, I never studied.
I want to forget about the National, where I wasted my childhood.
We endured so many scoldings for chewing gum and dancing rock. What bad luck it was to always be locked up in the National!