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The truth is, there are many things nobody tells seeking the bubble reputation
you about living alone. You imagine you will
get to live in a spacious apartment, beautifully
furnished, with a balcony and a beautiful view... in fair round belly with good capon lined,
Actually, the apartment of my dreams was a very
small room that only had a bed, a table, a chair
and a stove ... instead of a balcony, there was a
small window that I covered with my notebook
when, from time to time, I wanted to cry without
being heard by my neighbors.
Clothes. The first weekend of my independent
life I discovered that clothes do not wash
themselves, you have to wash them if you
don’t want to look like a homeless person.
Who washed my clothes before? It was an
unsolved mystery until that day. When you live
alone, eating is an adventure. You can’t go to a
restaurant three times a day, it’s very expensive.
You have to learn how to cook. Another option is
to eat cold tuna, dry bread and raw green chiles. Narrator: I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an
Yes, the truth is living alone is not easy. However,
I do not regret it. Thanks to this experience,
my relationship with my family has improved.
When I visit them, my mom still asks me to go
for tortillas, my dad still doesn’t let me drive his
car, and my younger brother... well, my younger
brother has changed a lot... but he's still
very silly.
TRACK 30 (Practice 5, Activity 12)
"All the World is a Stage"
All the world’s a stage,
and all the men and women merely players;
they have their exits and their entrances,
and one man in his time plays many parts,
his acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
and shining morning face, creeping like snail
unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad
made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
with eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
full of wise saws and modern instances;
and so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
for his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
turning again toward childish treble, pipes
and whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
that ends this strange eventful history,
is second childishness and mere oblivion,
sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
TRACK 31 (Practice 5, Activity 20)
emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want
to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help
everyone, if possible: Jew, Gentile, black man,
white. We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that. We want to live
by each other’s happiness, not by each
other’s misery.
TRACK 32 (Practice 5, Activity 20)
Voice: When I was in high school, one of my
biggest desires was to leave my house.
I had nothing against my family, I just wanted
to live alone, learn how to be an adult... Yes, my
mom used to ask me to clean my room, to go
buy tortillas... My father always asked about my
grades, asked me to go to bed early, would not
let me drive his car ... My younger brother was
quite silly and he was always bothering me... but
no, I had nothing against my family...
TRACK 33 (Practice 5, Activities 20 and 22)
Narrator: All the world’s a stage,
and all the men and women merely players;
they have their exits and their entrances,
and one man in his time plays many parts,
his acts being seven ages.
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