The teacher gave me a slap on the face and marked his hand in my cheek. When I left school, my mother was waiting outside, and I, was crying and with a red hand on my face, told her what the Catalan teacher had done.
My mother got very angry and said:
- If a teacher hits you again.....you'll receive the slap from the teacher and mine when you get home. If he has hit you it's because  you have done something -.
I learnt to behave better in class.

The end.
Alberto Belmonte.

I was in secondary school and I enjoyed learning, sport and friends. Although most of my classmates were nice, there were six girls who only wanted to drive teachers mad. 

It was a winter morning, after physical education we were exhausted. The most dangerous six girls I 've ever known had decided to make the worst joke I 've ever seen.

We came to our class and sat down. I realized that the six girls were laughing and I didn't know why. Our teacher arrived and they stopped laughing. He was gay and some students laughed at him. The teacher left his notebooks on the table when suddenly the teacher went rushing out of the class. After a few minutes the headmaster arrived and my classmates and I were punished. A friend of mine told me that by the time the teacher arrived, the six girls had put a condom and a sanitary napkin on the teacher's chair. I was ashamed because of that behavior. To my complete amazement, the six girls were shouting at the theacher while he was was going home. All our teacher were afraid of my classmates.

Two days later, when we finished the Catalan class, after all my classmates had gone out, I looked at the teacher and told him “thanks for your classes.”

Since then, I think that all people must be respected, even when they're different.

My uncle Ramon and I were going to the blacksmith to have a piece of the tractor trailer repaired. To do it we had to go to another village that was five kilometers away from ours.

We got in the car and during the trip I enjoyed eating a delicious sandwich that my mum had done for me few minutes before leaving my house.  

In the middle of the trip, more or less, I made a ball with the aluminum foil, lowered the window and threw it away. Now, you will understand why said “silly boy”?

At that moment my uncle didn’t say anything or looked at me… He just kept driving until we arrived at the blacksmith.

Just before we got out of the car, my uncle turned to me and said softly (I was completely sure that he was joking at me)  that I had just the time that the blacksmith needed to repair the piece to go to pick up the aluminum foil and come back. If not, I would have to come back to my village walking.

I obeyed because I realized that what I did was a bad thing to me as a boy and it could be dangerous for animals and obviously for theenvironment. 

It was a hard punishment from my uncle, it took me days to get on well  with him but actually I think he helped me to grow up being a better man than I could have been.

Yes, I know, it seems weird, but it did happen. 

I didn't use to believe neither in ghosts nor spirits, but as soon as I realized nobody else was in my bedroom, I started to be frightened. I jumped from my bed and I said: “Holy shit! Who are you?!” (even though the right question should be “What are you?!”). Anyway the thing answered me: “I am your pillow”. I have seen every Star Wars film and that sentence reminded me the famous “I aaaam your Father”. 

The pillow kept talking to me and said: “Look, I am feed up of holding your head, it’s too heavy, I can’t sleep the whole night! and every night you are leaving spittle on me”. I was looking at the pillow for a while, I was really shocked….come on! my head is not so heavy, so I answered something like “I bought you to hold my head, deal with it!”.  But then I realized the pillow had a point on the spittle matter. 

So, the next day, I decided not to use a pillow anymore, but to place it in my cat’s bed. My cat used to put his butt on there and scratch it every day. 

I haven’t heard my pillow complain anymore.