Lockdown writing

People who have got independent or left their parents’ house to study understand that it is so difficult to leave home. I lived in Guaranda for seventeen years but I had to move to Quito for studying at college. All my childhood memories are related to Guaranda. Now, I have lived in Quito for seven years and life has changed a lot. I’ll compare and contrast both lifestyles. My life in Guaranda was pretty simple. I lived with my parents and they gave me everything I needed. I was used to going to school in the mornings and when I got back home, my mother always waited with a delicious and warm lunch. My parents have a car, so if we needed something, my father just picked me up wherever I was and dropped me wherever I wanted. And when I got sick, they used to call my doctor, bring me to his office, buy my medicine, cook for me, and keep me warm. Life in Guaranda was wonderful, it was like a dream. I always felt protected, never felt alone, and I’ll always miss my grandmother serving the ...

  Guaranda is a small city where you can try fascinating food. I was born there and I was used to eating dishes that I thought everybody knew. But when I left, I discovered that I can not get those dishes at a restaurant. And I love going back to taste again the food I grew with. I will write about elenitas. Elenitas are a kind of cookie. They are called like that because the lady who made it first was called Elena. These delicious hard “cookies” are made from cornmeal. They look like cookies with color dragees. When you bite them you can hear that they are crunchy. They are used to left crumbs because of that. The most impressive thing about them is their taste. Elenitas are sweet, however, they get dry in your mouth. This is because of cornmeal. People from Ecuador often related Elenitas to “moncaibas”, but they are not even close in flavor and texture. Elenitas are perfect with a cup of milk or alone. This is definitely something you have to try.

  It is common to say that time makes everything better. The truth is that if you practice every day, you can get better at what you do. So I’m going to write about my relationship with English. I have studies English since I’m a teenager. At school, I learned, numbers, colors, and a few more things. But when I got into high school, a lot of friends got into an extra English course with native speakers. I actually went to that course because a lot of young people used to study there. My parents agreed and it was the best thing that could have happened to me. I started to speak English. My time in that course was long, I got a sufficiency degree. However, when I finished, I stopped practicing and my English was not as good as at the beginning. At college, students have to get an English certification, so I had to take another course. I discovered that I remembered a lot, however, I needed a lot of practice too. So, I decided to get into CEC English courses. I started from Academ...

When I was seventeen, I had to leave the city I was born in to move to other in order to study at college. From that moment, I got used to travel alone to visit my family on weekends. The bus always arrives at my hometown five hours after we leave the bus station. But this time, it took so much more. It is also important to say that, before the bus arrives, the road takes us by the middle of a long paramo. There, it is cold, and there is no phone signal. I got on the bus at 5 p.m. which means that my parents were waiting for me at 10 p.m. The trip was alright, I slept a lot, I listened to music, and I talked with the passenger right next to me. It was getting dark. It was 9 p.m. and we were crossing that paramo. Sadly, the bus got stuck. I still don’t understand what was the problem with the bus, but the driver and his assistant were not able to fix the damage. We were almost twenty passengers, and none of them could catch any signal on their phones to ask for help. And it started to...

I still remember when I was traveling through a magic road and I met a girl. It was an all-paid trip for the best students of some high schools. The organizers wanted that all students get along, so they told us to talk with a student we didn´t know at the moment. I don’t remember her name, but I still remember her voice when she asked me: Who are you? What´s your story? I cannot recall what I answered, but I got nervous. That was a complex question for me while I was 17 years old. And it is still difficult to answer now, 7 years later. But I’ll try to write my response tonight.  I am a student. I’ve been a great student since I’m was kid, my parents always wanted me and my sisters to be the best. Currently, I am studying at college, hoping to get my degree this year. I have a lot of goals in my professional life. I am focused on working at a laboratory. My passion is biotechnology, investigation and development of food, and microbiological analysis. I’m working towards getting a ...