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My Memoirs - Citizen of the World

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mo<strong>the</strong>r and confined to <strong>the</strong> house for an entire weekend. But as<br />

always, I would find a way to get out. I would go up to our house<br />

attic, open <strong>the</strong> skylight on <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> and jump out into <strong>the</strong> street so<br />

that I could play with my friends. In spite <strong>of</strong> my behavior, I was<br />

very lucky. I never got into any big trouble and always had lots <strong>of</strong><br />

friends, good school colleagues, and teachers for whom I always<br />

had a great deal <strong>of</strong> respect.<br />

Dona Laurinda Pavão<br />

One person that was very important<br />

in my life was my elementary<br />

school teacher, Dona Laurinda<br />

Pavão. I was very fortunate to have<br />

her for a teacher. In those days,<br />

<strong>the</strong>re were only four years <strong>of</strong><br />

elementary school education and <strong>the</strong><br />

same teacher would continue to<br />

teach <strong>the</strong> same pupils as <strong>the</strong>y<br />

progressed from <strong>the</strong> 1 st to <strong>the</strong> 4 th<br />

grade. As a result, today I always<br />

use good grammar, proper sentences<br />

and <strong>the</strong> idiomatic expressions that<br />

she taught me. She was tough, but a driving force in my life and<br />

<strong>the</strong> person who had <strong>the</strong> biggest impact on my future education.<br />

The elementary school that I attended was called, Escola do<br />

Campo. It was located in <strong>the</strong> square named, Campo de São<br />

Francisco, where <strong>the</strong> Convent and <strong>the</strong> Sanctuary <strong>of</strong> Santo Cristo is<br />

located. <strong>My</strong> teacher, Dona Laurinda, was not only a fantastic<br />

teacher, but also a very tough disciplinary. At <strong>the</strong> time, I felt it<br />

was my misfortune that she lived across <strong>the</strong> street from my house,<br />

where as my neighbor, my school performance and behavior was<br />

always under <strong>the</strong> microscope. <strong>My</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r knew every time I did<br />

well or badly in school.<br />

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