One peaceful oasis
Inspired by Matt Simon’s song “Catch and Release”
Barely can I imagine how pathetic I looked that morning when I entered my boss’s office, having experienced the worst morning one could ever imagine.
Not only had I overslept because of a power failure, but I also had to wait for the Tube, which frequency during non-peak hours is disastrous. As if this chain of mishaps was not long enough, someone had bumped into my coffee and therefore had spilled it all over my shirt.
Although it was a long way home, I decided to walk alongside the Thames for a while. That was a magic moment, as I was wandering, slightly relaxing, losing sense of time.
While I understand that others might not like this simple thing as much as I do, I am sure everyone has their own simple way of “catching and releasing.”
Written by Dimitri Lepoutre, an exchange student from France, Nantes, who was staying with Dani Bosque for two weeks.
-Why did you choose the song “ Catch and Release”?
- I chose this song because that’s a song I usually use to relax and I find it very inspiring to write a story about it.
-What do you think of the educative system in Sagrat Cor Sarrià?
-I find the way students are tough here very interesting because they are led to deal with the problems of everyday life. For example, the empresa class is meant to be like what their FUTURE work is going to be and so is science, for example. I reckon it is a good way of teaching to prepare them for the future.
-Are there any differences between bachillerato in Sagrat Cor Sarrià and your school in Nantes, France?
-The main difference between the Spanish education system and the French one is the relation between teachers and students. Students and teachers here are way more familiar with each other whereas in France there is a more hierarchical system.
-Tell us about your experience here, in Barcelona, with Dani, what would you highlight?
-Well obviously we get on well with each other with Dani because we did an exchange last year and we are doing it again this year. I’m very grateful to him and his family for welcoming me so warmly.
Rapt youth
Inspired by The Neighborhood’s song “ RIP to my youth”
Pouring rain. Red lights. Sirens echoed in the distance. Matty couldn’t stop running. Each step ached so much but he couldn’t slow down. He turned around the corner of the block and hid behind a trash container. He sat there trying to catch his breath and waited until the first sunray shined on the sky.He just tried to escape the reality he was living. His dad had passed away during Matty’s early teens and his mom had been depressed and distanced ever since. He would always find himself doing the wrong thing and everyone would be mad at him. But then… he messed up real bad. He decided to do something that was out of boundaries, but for a good reason or at least that’s what he told himself. He broke into a bank with a gang he had just recently joined in. Once he got to the main street a cop approached him with a gun. In that moment Matty got on his knees and started crying as he realized what he had done.
Matty was found guilty and was sentenced to 10 years in prison. He rejected any visits and decided to write a letter to his mom. He wrote about everything he had feared to say to his family, every vulnerable thought in his head. He wrote down on the paper all he should HAVE said a long time ago. He begged for forgiveness but not redemption.
Marta Vivas, 1º Bachillerato C
The worst nightmare
Inspired by X Ambassadors ‘ song “Unsteady”
Day 34
I just keep hearing bombs and screams all the time, Tehran is devastated. The Afghans have shot my sister.
Day 35
I’m alone and I don’t have anybody. I’m standing in the middle of nowhere; everybody is gone except for me.
Day 36
After walking FOR hours and hours, I found a lost and abandoned town. I think it’s a safe place, so I’m staying here for the night.Day 37
I started my route to Baghdad to escape from this war. On my way down I saw a guy, when I was close enough to see him, I realised that it was an Afghan military. Even though I had hurt my leg, I started running as a gazelle would run, but it was too late, he trapped me.
Day 38
I woke up in a new and weird place. The same man that trapped me came and pulled me out. I realized that he was going to exchange me for some money; all the windows were closed with a padlock. He exchanged me for some coins; he was the worst man I’ve ever met in my life.
Day 39
I started thinking of ways to get out of that place. My plan was to pretend that I was deadly sick so they would viciously toss me to the street. My plan worked perfectly.
Day 40
I woke up in the street, I was in Baghdad. It was where I wanted to be, away from the war. A good old man gave me a place to sleep; it’s where I’m staying right now.
Day 41
I saw an injured woman. As soon as I got closer to the woman, I realised that she was my mom. She told me that she had been looking for me everywhere. We both started crying out of happiness, I couldn’t believe it. Today is the best day of my life.
Ana Getz, 1º Bachillerato A
