Ok this morning around 8:15 a.m. I was walking to school eating a strip of bacon while I was waiting for the crossing guard let me cross the street to go to the building. Anyways when I got inside the school building around 8:25, I was walking around the school, talking with my friend Kelly still eating my bacon (I brought like 5 strips with me) 'til the bell rang. After the bell rang at 8:35, Kelly and I walked outside to the portables since our first class, which is Spanish 1 was in a portable and started talking. When the Announcements were done, I was finish eating my bacon and my Spanish teacher, Sr. Auten saw me eating bacon, and he started telling us a story that happened when he was living in Honduras or some Spanish speaking country. Sr. Auten always tell us these stories when he was living in all these Spanish speaking countries. So anyways I was tuning him out the whole entire time until he said that one day he was eating this soup that had pig fat in it, with his friends. I tuned back in because I like to learn what Spanish people eat everyday and all that good stuff. So anyways, he told us that soup had pork skin in it. I thought that the skin was fried so the skin was small, but he said it was boiled and the skin was stretch and it still had the hair. I made the most disgusted face ever. You should have seen my face it was priceless, it was that bad. Sr. Auten was going more into details and all, telling us how it was so chewy and all that stuff and I was actually starting to feel the bacon comming back up again. When he said there was still hair on the skin, that blew it. I had to ask to go the restroom in SPANISH, which he let me go. I'm not going to tell you what happened when I left. So after that incident, that was when I decided not to eat pork ever again.
Nice story huh???? lol
CYB
Carmen
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