Going Away

There is now less than a week until we leave Santiago, and our schedule is hectic. All our friends are inviting us over, having going-away parties for us, giving presents, and parties at school. Mom and Dad are also doing lots of socializing, with happy hours scheduled for every night until we leave.

My going-away party was at the movies with all my friends. We met at the mall. When I get home, I won't be able to meet friends at the mall since there is no bus, no mall, and no movie theater like here.

Before the movie, we went to a department store and had fun playing computer games and looking at the giant screens. Then we went to the movie: "Spiderwick Chronicles." I liked it because it was scary, funny, and suspenseful---all at the same time, and the story was a fantasy, kind of like "Harry Potter," "The Golden Compass," and "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe."

The characters in most of my favorite books are always orphans. When I get home, I'm going to read the "Spiderwick Chronicles" books and see the movie again in English, not dubbed.

My friends gave me a couple gifts, like a shirt that says "Chile" on it and has penguins holding hot peppers, a crystal wind chime, and the Hannah Montana CD number 2.

We have all caught the Hannah Montana fever. In Spanish, they call it "Hannahmanía." All my friends watch Hannah Montana everyday at 5:30 p.m., listen to her music while doing homework, and in school, and are always talking about her or the show or some song.

After the movie, we ate too much ice cream and cake. I thought I was going to cry because it was the last time I would see one of my friends who now goes to another school, and the last time all of us would be together. Good thing that we were all laughing so hard and having so much fun that I didn't cry.

RJE has spent the past two weekends sleeping at friends' houses. We hardly ever see her. Her class is having a party for her this week.

In between the invitations, we have to pack up and clean the apartment before we go. The Santiago smog has left a layer of dust on everything. I had to use a toothbrush to scrub the corners and baseboards in our room.

We still have to do the fridge. That will be last. Here is a photo of how it looked before we arrived and how it looks now:


In school, we are doing our best to get good grades even though we are leaving. It's hard to concentrate knowing that we won't be here next week. On my last day of school, there is going to be a test, so I guess I'll never know my grade on it.

Our homeroom teacher says that the class is much more mature and grown-up this year, but I would say the opposite. The other day, the boys were playing around and putting a piece of paper on people's backs saying things like, "Kick me in the butt" and "Hit me in the face."

Someone wrote something even more inappropriate and stuck the paper on my friend's back. She turned it in to the teacher, who then asked the class who'd written it, but no one said anything.

So the teacher went to get the principal, and he asked every single student---and still nobody said anything. So he took everybody's notebooks to identify the handwriting and said that if he found out who had written the note, that student would be expelled from the school.

I think he did find out who it was, but nobody got expelled.


The other day, the new girl in my class who is from China was writing everybody's name, in Chinese, on their hands. Here is mine:


There was an airplane show in Santiago last week, and companies from all over the world brought their planes to show them off.

We didn't go to the show, but one plane---"the largest in the world" for passengers---flew around the city and we got to see it from our balcony.

It is called A380, and it can fit up to 853 people in it. Large jet planes never fly over this part of Santiago, so it was very impressive to see it...

...right above our heads:


Write back to the rats at

The RatSoap™ Project is a work in progress, 2006-2008
Copyright © 2006-2008 by Sun on Earth Books




Next Previous Oldest