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         <title>Julio Dyan Lopez Ruiz</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My most embarrasing moment happened when(1) I was in third grade, I probably had like eight years old or so, It’s probably weird that my most embarrasing memory is from when(2) I was a little kid, because when we are kids we do a lot of embarrasing things, but this memory is something I used to think(1) about a lot when I was younger. To put you in context, the third grade was my first year in a new school which(3) was a very big school, with three floors, stairs and a lot of classrooms, at least four classrooms for each grade, for me, who(4) was used to study(2) in a smaller school, it was huge. I studied from second level until second grade, in a school located in Jardines de Veracruz, that (5) was a pretty small school, it was like a family business if you want to look(3) it like that, the owners, who(6) were a couple and also the directors of the school were very friendly and always were very attentive with me, so I felt like at home there, after a period of getting used to the dynamic of it. It had a park just in front of the school, I remember going(4) there every break to play and all of that. Anyways, the thing about me is that I had some issues relating with people when(7) I was a kid, my tone of voice was really low and I wasn’t very confident and was very shy, so I had troubles making new friends, so as you can imagine when my parents decided to send(5) me to a new school, the news wasn’t very pleasent, it was going to be(6) a big challenge for me, because I had to get used to a new environment, new people and new teachers, I was terrified about the idea, but I had to go(7) through it anyways, so I did my best. I began going(8) to my new school in third grade, and this moment happened just a couple of days after my first day of school I think, which(8) wasn’t very good either, because they used to do(8) this type of ceremony each monday, I think they already do it, where(9) we sang the national anthem, the school anthem and gave any news regarding the school, and since it was the first day all the student were looking for their group, and my mom wasn’t in the school, because my parents paid a private transportation to take(9) me to school, because they didn’t have time to do it every day, it was too far from our home, so anyways, I found a woman, who(10) was very friendly and very willing to help(10) me, so she asked my name and I said it, the problem was that my voice was so low and everything was a mess there, that she couldn’t listen very well and she thought that my middle name was Dylan, which(11) is Dyan by the way, I didn’t start very well there, but at end I was able to find(11) my group, thank God. Back to the story, it happened a couple of days after I started my school year, we were in the spanish class, I remember that our spanish teacher, who(12) was also our guide teacher and a very friendly person, started asking(12) about a book we were supposed to read in class, but he wanted to check(13) if we knew something about it before we start studying(13) it, and I read the book before I started in the school, which(13) was a very tiny book that is why I could finish it quickly, and it was fun too so I kind of like it, and I loved to read(14) books when I was little, so the point it that he asked who read the book already and if could tell the whole class something about it, and for some reason I’ll never understand, I raised my hand, of course I regretted raising my hand afterwards(15), I’m not even sure what I was expecting, but I was already there so I couldn’t back up anymore, so he made me stand up and tell the class what was the book about, and that was it, I choked up, I couldn’t manage to speak(16) a single word, I was too frightened and scared that I couldn’t say a word eventhough I knew what he was asking to me, I think I was there for almost one or two minutes maybe, which(14) were the longest minutes in my life, I almost cried and it was a miracle that anything else happened, and eventually he gave up, and stopped trying(17) make me say something about the book, and just moved to the next thing. And thinking about it, it was a little ironic, because the book he was asking for, which(15) was called “the princess without voice” or something like that, and it was basically about a princess that couldn’t speak, so I basically did an impression of her. It wasn’t the best introduction in my new school I could have made but everything got better after so, I learned to interact(18) better with people, I made more friends, even when I struggled to make(19) more friends, and finished my fifth year there, it was a long ride, but yeah I failed to make(20) a good first impression.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-11 22:47:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Janeth Gómez</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I experienced one of the most embarrassing moments of my life when(1) I was in 7th grade, which(2) was during my time in middle school, which(3) involved a series of unfortunate events. During the break, when(4) I was in the hallway, I found myself in a situation whose(5) simple act of washing(1) my hands turned into an embarrassing(2) moment. As I approached the faucet, intending(3) to cleans(4) my hands, fate had other plans in store for me. Suddenly, the faucet, which(6) unexpectedly broke apart, resulting(5) in water gushing(6) out with an unexpected force. The water jet, which(7) was unleashed right in front of me, all I did was walk backwards in front of the jet of water. In that awkward moment, I found myself walking(7) backwards in front of the forceful jet of water, which(8) ultimately ending(8) up completely drenched. I don't know why I didn't move aside instead of standing(9) in front. I wanted to disappear(10) at that moment. I decided to go(11) to the classroom which(9) was empty, it was the place where(10) I could feel better but not at all. I expected to dry(12) immediately. I felt completely embarrassed for two reasons: Firstly, the fact that(11) I had become completely drenched meant that(12) everyone around me had witnessed the unfortunate incident unfold before their eyes. Secondly, I couldn't help but feel foolish and silly for allowing(13) myself to remain(14) directly in front of the water, which(13) was gushing(15) out with such force, rather than sidestepping(16) its path. My friend, who(14) was surprised to witness(17) what happened. She asked me why I didn't move aside, and I didn't know what to say(18) to her. Inside I regretted staying(19) in the embarrassing moment. Something that I value is my friend who always agreed to help(20) me. It was a moment in which(15) I did not laugh off shame as other moments.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-12 00:21:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>María Vicenta Espinoza. </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I’m Maria Vicenta. This is my story.<br>My brother would start this year to study at university. On his first day of university, my family told me to leave him at university because he didn’t know Managua. He was going north road exactly in the Universidad Agraria, he wanted to study veterinary. We arrived very early, and we went to complete your scholarship application. It was pretty late when it was my turn to go back I took a route that I thought would take me to the south road, but I went down to Sabana Grande. I called my brother who was working&nbsp; I needed you to tell me what bus take, I was afraid to be stoled because a girl who was on the bus told me that&nbsp; place was dangerous. It took about two hours to wait for the bus my brother said and people looked dangerous. At the end, I was talking to a girl who was kind to me. We spent a lot of time waiting for the bus when the bus arrived to help him get his things up. The girl who was gentle helped me take the bus to get to the Mercado Israel Lewites. Already on the bus I called my family when I told them then that I got lost in Managua, they made fun of me. With this experience I learned that I should ask if I’m on the correct bus so as not to end up in dangerous places.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-12 02:57:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Meyling Latino</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I remember the day <em>when</em> I met my boyfriend's family. First we visited El Crucero (I <em>suggest checking</em> the weather app before visiting this place). My boyfriend, <em>wh</em>o is a romantic boy, had <em>planned to walk</em> around and have a picnic but <em>when</em> we were in the place it started raining and we couldn't continue with our plan. So, we <em>decided to visit</em> my boyfriend's house. The house <em>where</em> they lived was near El Crucero and on the way I was nervous and I <em>imagined talking</em> with the family like friends. We arrived at the house, <em>which</em> looked very old and empty. My sister in law, <em>who</em> is a very kind person, invited me to have dinner with them. When we started eating, I realized that I had a lot of food on my plate so I wanted to make&nbsp; eye contact with my boyfriend to ask for help. And there I saw a puppy, <em>which</em> looked very beautiful and very strong. She walked around the living room, <em>which</em> was very elegant and then she pooped. Everyone <em>started smiling</em> and I <em>wanted to help</em> clean. I went to the bathroom, <em>which</em> was in the backyard and the puppy followed me. I <em>enjoyed having</em> a great first time. My mother in law, who is a really good person, <em>appeared to show</em> me the photo albums, <em>which</em> contain a lot of memories of my boyfriend, <em>when</em> he was a little baby. I really <em>love to have</em> this experience because it was very sweet. <em>When</em> we were sharing this time I <em>decided to drink</em> some water and I p<em>referred to do</em> it by myself. <em>When</em> I was in the kitchen I realized that I couldn't reach the glasses but I <em>tried to do</em> it and I dropped the glass and it broke. I <em>wanted to help</em> so I <em>decided to clean</em> but they stopped me. Meanwhile they were cleaning. I was really nervous so I <em>decided to serve</em> myself water again and I spilled. Can you imagine my embarrassment? #SwallowMeEarth It was my first time in this house and I <em>started damaging</em> everything in my path. I <em>recommend feeling</em> relaxed if you meet your couple's family and I <em>suggest&nbsp; waiting</em> for help and don't try to do it by yourself if you are ashamed. So far, I haven't replaced the glass I broke.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-12 18:46:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My name is Karen Salgado<br>I'm going to write about my history&nbsp;<br>My most embarrasing situation of my life<br>On July 10th I received a call from my cousin who was from the city of Leon, She called me to find out how my health was and I replied that I was feeling very well, thanks to GOD at the time of the call, She asked me what if she could come to vist me in Managua so that I could take her to see the City of Managua, I answered her if we are going to receive you here with open doors, at the end of the call, she told me that in December she was coming to Managua to visit me.&nbsp;<br><br>On December 20th<br>She calls me to confirm that she was already leaving Leon for Managua, then, She told me that if I could go and bring her to the bus terminal and I replied that yes,there was no problem, I managed to get the place to receive her the bus terminal,at that moment we went to catch a bus that would take me to the my parent's house, We managed to grab it and we got home very well when she arrived at our house we received her with the doors open and with a delicious lunch, two days later i told her that I'm going to take to her aunt who she lives on the northern highway, One day before going to Leon, we took a tour of some places she dreamed of visiting, when i took her to the bus station, we caught a bus, when we got on the bus, we caught it and everything was fine but in the course of the trip, we missed the stop where we had to get off coming talking that big problem.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-12 21:00:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Edwin Story hahaha :)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I remember once when I was traveling to my grandparents in Matagalpa, so I went to them with my mother when I was approximately 8/9 years old. So we left and I remember that in the places where my grandfather lives, it's an open field and deeper down there are several places to bathe, as a river passes through there, there are several pools of water. So I was walking towards the pool of water to bathe, so I went and got into the water and then I remember that we were playing inside the pool, but in that I approached a waterfall inside the pool and since the water was so strong I was wearing nothing more than a boxer and the jet of water took off my boxer and dragged it to the furthest end of the pose, getting further and further away.&nbsp;<br><br>So I was completely naked, it was really embarrassing to be there and naked without being able to get out of the water. Later, I had to wait about 4 hours to get out of the water, since most of my cousins ​​were there with me and there were a few girls. So as soon as it got dark I left there. That was the most embarrassing thing that happened to me as a child where my grandparents.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-12 21:05:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Margarita Ortiz</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>My most embarrassing situation was when we were invited to a birthday party and we had the wrong birthday. I have a niece and when she was in preschool she met a new classmate who became friends with her very quickly, her name was Thais who had a younger sister named Andrea, I want to mention that we did not know Andrea because she was a one year old baby then one day we were invited to Andrea's birthday who would be turning two years old, they sent us the invitation card and my niece was happy because she would finally meet Andrea and there would be candy at the birthday party, something that caught my attention was that the address that had the card was not very clear but I did not give it much importance.<br><br></div><div>Then came the day of the birthday and we left, we were delayed leaving home I was carrying the invitation card to locate the party and when we arrived at the reference point we could not find the house and I started to ask if there was a birthday party nearby, then a lady suggested&nbsp; going to further ahead and we just asked in a house where there was a birthday party for a girl and that girl was turning two years old too, we entered and a lady received us and told us to go ahead and my niece gave the gift to the baby and my niece then asked the lady about her friend Thais , to which the lady replied, I don't know any Thais so I got alert and asked the lady if the birthday girl was called Andrea and the lady told me that her name was Carlota and I reacted automatically and went to get the gift to the gift table and dead embarrassed I told them that I had the wrong party, then when I left the house I could not resist laughing at the situation I had lived, then I remembered to call the school teacher and pass me the phone number of the mother of Thais. In the end my niece finished dancing in a birthday contest.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-12 23:14:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Kresler Ramirez.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Thinking about my most embarrasing moment, it comes to my mind one school event where I forgot the choreography. Providing you more context, I Love dancing and when I was a child and teenager, I practice dancing, i used to dance because the school where I studied had a dance group which made dance presentations for all the events. Every Agust we used to have one of the most special events, that was the family day. For this event each student comes to the school with family members and friends, who enjoy watching the dance group presentations. I always participated dancing, and I liked dancing in front of everybody and show off. I Can’t explain what happened this day that I forgot the choreography. The song that we were dancing is named “El sapo” which is a marimba song. I was dancing with the group in front of more than 600 people who were expecting the&nbsp; best from our presentations when suddenly I totally forgot what step came next and I tried Doing the same what the group was Doing but i got really lost and everybody realized I was wrong including the teacher who used to guide the dance group. I wanted to leave the scenary, however, I decidd to stay and complete dancing the choreography. Many thoughts were on my mind, I hesitated to continue being part of the dance group. I was really ashamed. I pretended to know the steps but it was too late, when we finished dancing, The teacher was angry, I Avoided talking about my mistake but some of the guys were making jokes, And other people asked me what happened, however, I couldn’t explain what happened at That moment. My girlfriend who always appreciated Watching me dance, she helped me to feel better.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-13 02:00:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>stevensmval story</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Well, this story is about me, I (1) prepared to race my bike. I used to modify my 100cc bike (1) that I raced with some friends; this kind of bike is a normal one (2) which you can (2) afford to buy in any motorcycles shop. So, one day I (3) risked preparing it for a weekend race (3) when generally events were on Thursday. If I remember well, first I (4) completed putting it in time (4) that is basically (5) cared to synchronize the motor, or I (6) started calibrating to say it in other words. And as a second priority I (7) started taking away the extra weight (5) which the bike doesn’t need it to race, plastics and metal for example. Besides that, I (8) remember thinking that I (9) need to practice before the race and test my bike. The place (6) where I regularly (10) want to test my bike is (7) where the traffic is very low and near to my home. because after I (11) finished testing it, I would go to a friend’s house (8) who would also (12) hope to go with me to the races. While I thought that, I also (13) finished fixing the bike. in fact, I was very anxious for my friend that (14) started running it, and instead of picking up my helmet I turned on the bike and I was (15) preferring riding it outside the house without the personal protective equipment (9) that I’m supposed to wear (10) when I was running. So almost instantly I was in the street with only the clothes (11) that I poorly (16) decided to wear those days such as shorts, a t-shirt and my cheaper crocs no more because if you (17) enjoyed doing that, in fact you are going to sweat. Then as soon as I turn to the right in one corner, I was (18) expect to see a short straight street (12) where you can run at least to a 70km/h quickly and it was great for the activity until the next corner (13) where I saw a bunch of sand on the street. so, I (19) risked braking as much as I could, and I realized it wasn’t a corner but rather it was like a traffic circle a thing (14) that the cars use to (15) when they need to return or something like that. So my future it was written at the same instant that I (20) decided to go out of my house. Next episode Maynor falls and returns home destroyed for the next two weeks.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-13 04:14:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>#SwallowMeEarth -Milena.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>Hi everyone, I'm Milena Moreno and today I'm going to tell you an embarrassing story from when I was little that still makes me cringe.<br><br>I have never been afraid to speak in public, a trait I inherited from my mother, who is a natural public speaker. My family has also always given me a lot of security, which has helped me to be confident in myself. Additionally, from a very young age I began to read in church during mass, an experience that helped me to develop my public speaking skills. So you can imagine that thanks to all of these factors, I have always been a girl who is not afraid to express her thoughts, feelings, and emotions.<br>So, without further ado, let's dive into this embarrassing yet memorable tale from my childhood.<br><br>I have always been good at memorizing complicated and long things, a skill that I inherited from my mother and my family. I remember that many years ago, when I was in the second level of preschool and I was maybe 5 years old, in the month of September of that year, my teacher who was very enthusiastic asked me if I would be willing to learn a patriotic poem and to declaim it before all the students and teachers of my school in a civic act. I was excited about the opportunity. So from that day on I began to prepare for that moment. I learned the poem quickly, which impressed my teacher even more, and I remember that I practiced it every day at home, much to the amusement of my uncles and my mother. I think that for a week I drove them crazy because I repeated the poem every five minutes! Hahaha<br>The long-awaited day has come to recite the poem that I prepared for so many days. Before the performance, I was very relaxed, but my God, it's 2023 and I still don't know what happened to me when I started speaking in public. Suddenly, I felt very nervous, my voice trembled, and I forgot the poem! I couldn't believe it! I got scared and felt bad because I had prepared for days for that moment and it was not happening as I imagined. Without remembering the poem, I began to cry and got off the stage very nervous and embarrassed. However, my mother hugged me tenderly and told me that nothing was wrong, that I was just nervous but that I was a very talented kid. My teacher also came up to me and encouraged me.<br>After that day, I went to school very embarrassed because all the other children had witnessed my nervousness and saw me cry. I remember that out of shame, I didn't go out for recess. It wasn't until my mother, seeing my anguish, reassured me that I should not fear or feel ashamed of being seen by the other children. She emphasized that what had happened to me was something that could happen to anyone and reminded me that, despite everything, I was just a young girl and whatever happens I always have to trust myself. Her comforting words provided solace and a renewed sense of confidence, allowing me to gradually overcome the remnants of my embarrassment.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-13 06:08:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>An embarrassing story at the university.   By Juan Campos </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>This is a story about an embarrassing situation I experienced during a university presentation. It was a typical day on campus, and I had prepared diligently for my presentation on a complex topic, which was the culmination of months of research. The lecture hall, where I was scheduled to speak, was filled with fellow students and professors who were eager to hear what I had to say.As I took the stage, I noticed a professor in the front row, who was known for his expertise in the subject matter. His presence made me even more nervous, as I wanted to impress him with my knowledge. However, as I began my presentation, I realized that my PowerPoint presentation, which I had spent hours creating, was not displaying properly. The slides, which contained important data and charts, were jumbled and unreadable.</em></div><div><br></div><div><em>I attempted to troubleshoot the issue, asking for technical assistance from the IT department, whose office was just down the hall. Unfortunately, the technician who was supposed to help me was delayed in traffic. The audience, including my classmates, who were expecting a professional and engaging presentation, grew restless as they waited for the problem to be resolved.As time ticked away, I decided to proceed with my presentation without the aid of the slides. I relied on my extensive notes, which I had prepared meticulously, to guide me through the content. However, I soon realized that my nerves were getting the best of me. My hands trembled as I leafed through my notes, trying to find my place.To make matters worse, the microphone I was using began to malfunction. The sound was distorted and barely audible. My voice, which I had practiced to project confidently, sounded weak and uncertain. I tried to continue speaking, but the lack of audio clarity made it difficult for the audience to follow along.</em></div><div><br></div><div><em>The professor, who had been listening attentively, approached me during a brief pause. He offered to lend me his personal microphone, which was of much higher quality. I gratefully accepted his offer and resumed my presentation, feeling a renewed sense of confidence.As I continued to speak, I could see the audience's interest reignite. The clarity of the new microphone, combined with my improved composure, allowed me to deliver my message effectively. I could sense that they were fully engaged, nodding along and taking notes.</em></div><div><br></div><div><em>In the end, despite the initial technical setbacks and my own nerves, I managed to successfully complete my presentation. The defining moment came when the professor, who had witnessed the entire ordeal, commended me for my resilience and ability to adapt to unforeseen circumstances.</em></div><div><br></div><div><em>This experience taught me the importance of being prepared for the unexpected and remaining calm under pressure. It also reinforced the value of seeking help when needed and the impact that supportive individuals can have in challenging situations.</em></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title> When I was ten years old I went To the school And My lunch was a mango And I desided to share with Who was my best friend so in the morning I was so happy with my mango Which Was rotten but I didn&#39;t know so all the morning I Had that mango in my backpack but there was no bad smell and I missed checking my backpack to see my lunch and my friend who study with me told me: &quot;I don&#39;t believe it&#39;s a good idea to eat that during the brake&quot; and a person who was my teacher told me the same but actually I did not care because I didn&#39;t resist eating my lunch son when was the brake I decided to eating my lunch son I was walking with my backpack and I fell on my backpack also which was my lunch and I fill my backpack and my shirt with the rotten mango and obviously I knew that my lunch was rotten I tried keeping the smell all brake but I couldn&#39;t so, when I came back to the classroom everyone was complaining about the smell including the teacher and all my classmates was bordering me including who was my bestfriend since that days I decided not to take a lunch again </title>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-14 02:35:27 UTC</pubDate>
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