real life stories thread

[cacian]

do you have a real life story to tell?
a task we were given to do for writing purposes and it was fun because it meant we had to think about how we were to write it.
we did not worry about the ideas we just focused on the style of writing.


I lived in Catalunia, Barcelona working as a French teacher. I lived in the same apartment where the school was. I lived on the third floor and the school was on the second floor. The Catalan school was called 'Way In'. I got up one morning as per usual and got ready. Shower, clothes, breakfast then keys. I went down opened the door and waited in the classroom for my pupils to turn up. There was a clock in the hallway. I waited and waited and nothing happened. I thought it strange. Then after 20 minutes I decided to check the clock and low and behold it was 6 am in the morning. I could not believe what i had done. i had got up 2hours earlier to go to work. I cracked up laughing. I totally did not realise the time or shall I shall I say I totally did not know what time of the day it was. Typical me dozy at a times. I never forget it. LOL

[free]

I think that if you write a real life story, as you write stories, worked out, developed,not just as an anegdote, it sounds much better than any story you can imagine, invent, produce by your fantasy. But, since you have already started the thread, here is one of my funny experiences.

I was somewhere abroad to learn the foreign language and working in a youth hostel, serving breakfasts. After the morning hours I was free every day. So, with my friends I went to watch movies. One day we saw such a horror that I was scared to death. I had my own bedroom in the hostel which was an old building, more than hundred years. The things in it were old and when the night came the furniture and the floor used to knock and click and make so many strange noises. Before seeing this film I never paid attention to it, but after it my hair went up whenever a strange sound was heard in the night. Then I decided to keep my little radio on all night. And you know what happened when I turned it on for the first time? A very deep voice of a speaker said: "Good evening, my name is baron von Frenkenstein...." I screamed and ran out of the room, went to the night porter and from that evening for the next few weeks I spent every night with him, pretending that he was a very interesting person to talk to and that I had problems with sleeeping. I was too ashamed to admit he truth.

[cacian]

free this sounds like a story from a movie. how old were you?

[free]

:) Really?

I was 20. I used to like horror films, but after this - no, thank you!!!

Don't ask me how old am I now. :wink5:

[cacian]

:) Really?

I was 20. I used to like horror films, but after this - no, thank you!!!

Don't ask me how old am I now. :wink5:

I never liked horror films and I never will.
I won't ask you how old you are now haha ;)

[Oedipus]

I asked someone to inform me why I was so widely disliked. They gave me a mirror.

[cacian]

I asked someone to inform me why I was so widely disliked. They gave me a mirror.

did they? what happened to communication? did they not have anything to say? it says a lot about that 'someone'.

[Oedipus]

did they? what happened to communication? did they not have anything to say? it says a lot about that 'someone'.

No. No-one, if they can at all avoid it, talks to me. They find it to be quite exhausting, as they have to try not to throw up due to disgust at the sight of me. I can't blame them, as I avoid mirrors for the same reason.

[mal4mac]

...I spent every night with him, pretending that he was a very interesting person to talk to and that I had problems with sleeeping. I was too ashamed to admit he truth.

Good thing you didn't see Dirk Bogarde's "The Night Porter"...

[mal4mac]

I lived in Catalunia, Barcelona working as a French teacher. I lived in the same apartment where the school was. I lived on the third floor and the school was on the second floor. The Catalan school was called 'Way In'.

I have lived in Barcelona as well, and one day I was trying to find a doctor's surgery. I asked a passing nurse for directions. I used my bad French as I didn't speak Spanish or Catalan. She gave me directions in very good French. "I've just come from there, it's the door just behind you," she said. I hid my embarrassment at being so unobservant by praising her excellent command of French, and she said, "It's really strange, but there's this French girl who keeps on coming to the surgery and teaching French. No one knows why, but she's a good teacher, and keeps the patient's minds off their troubles, so we humour her." I expressed my disbelief, then turned round and entered the surgery past the 'Way In' sign.

[cacian]

I have lived in Barcelona as well, and one day I was trying to find a doctor's surgery. I asked a passing nurse for directions. I used my bad French as I didn't speak Spanish or Catalan. She gave me directions in very good French. "I've just come from there, it's the door just behind you," she said. I hid my embarrassment at being so unobservant by praising her excellent command of French, and she said, "It's really strange, but there's this French girl who keeps on coming to the surgery and teaching French. No one knows why, but she's a good teacher, and keeps the patient's minds off their troubles, so we humour her." I expressed my disbelief, then turned round and entered the surgery past the 'Way In' sign.

hi mal4mac I am still not sure I understand what you mean haha. where abouts in Barcelona?