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The school was an all-boys school and
was really strict, especially about obeying the older cadets. I was put in the 3rd course
(9th grade), and I had to obey all the cadets in 4th, 5th, and 6th course. One of the
rules was that we greet all our superiors, and if you passed a cadet without greeting him
you would be punished by running a few laps or doing some push-ups. As I often forgot, I
was in pretty good shape by the end of the year.
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I was in the "B" class, and I
had some pretty good companions. My best friend, Esteban, was in
my class, and there was Sarzosa and Almendariz. Almendariz was a
really cool guy who sat behind me in school and helped me when I didn't understand
something. I sat next to him pretty late in the year, so I already knew most of my
Spanish, but he still helped me sometimes. I helped him too with his English homework. We
sat through tons of classes together and became good friends. Esteban was my best friend
because we had known each other since I had arrived in Ecuador, and he had been in my
church. He was one of the main reasons that I had enrolled in the military school. I had
wanted to be in a school where I knew someone. I also wanted adventure, and boy did I get
it!
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I got in discussions with other cadets on all kinds of subjects, and many of them were about the U.S. Many guys thought that since I was from the U.S., I should be able to change the world. One guy claimed that we were abusing Iraq and that the people of Iraq wanted to be ruled by Saddam. He also claimed that Cuba was poor because of the U.S. All of this he thought I could somehow change, like I was the president or something. |
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