Claudia Rodriguez

Dear Friend, It finally happened. I did IT.   I ditched school on Monday and took the bus to Ignacio’s house.   He’s been talking about it for a while but I’ve been too scared, I’m not the kind of girl that skips school. But this year is almost over, high school is almost over and we have gotten closer. On Sunday night we had such a great talk on the phone.   We shared our feelings for each other. Believe it or not I even told him that I loved him. I know, I don’t believe it either that I let my guard down like that. It wasn't my hormones speaking either, it was his words and the way he spoke about me and how he felt about me that made me do it.   When I got to his house he looked nervous because his mom had come back to the house, she forgot her wallet! So he had to hide in his closet so she wouldn’t see that he skipped school.   He showed me around his house, then took me to his room.   We read together for a while, he had some poems he wante

California Raisins. Los Bukis (Mexican American Experience) It just happened day, at the University.   I was wearing a skirt, we were at lunchtime. He has access to the University Video Viewing Rooms because he’s taking a biology course at the University and sometimes he has assignments he needs to complete.   He went to the counter checked out the VHS he had to watch for class and the librarian escorted us to an empty room, he waited until we couldn’t hear the clanking of her heals. He dug into his backpack and pulled out a video he brought from home, it was porn! Can you believe that?   He popped the cassette in, sat on a chair then sat me on his lap. The video was on mute but I could still see it in the women’s faces, their mouths like blowing bubbles and the guys with their strained looks, they were doing it hard. I felt his hand on my side, moving up my arm and then caressed my cheek and he turned me into him. I kissed his lips, fine lips like strawberries just lush and sof

Date: 5-24-94                                                 Weather: Cold/Cloudy Dear Friend, Yes, it’s me again. You’re probably wondering why I decided to pick up the pen and write to you after almost two years. Well, a lot has happened since those little entries I used to write about Miguel and Luis. For one I am now 17 years old and a senior ready to graduate from C. A. M. S.  in ≈ 2 weeks. Remember how many times I told you   I got Fs in geometry, not anymore. I’m in calculus and getting a B. I already went through the tedious rigorous task of applying to college. To my dismay I didn’t get into my #1, best of all, dream school Stanford (by the way that’s where Gaby goes). I didn't take this very lightly, I was depressed and almost cried my eyes out. In the long run I had to choose between Occidental and UCLA….I’m a Bruin! I’m pretty anxious about the whole thing, college and all. I’ve worked at Honda Motors in the past and I plan to do the same thing this summer. I’v

(No title but let's file this one under "cheese") As I sit here thinking…thinking about the memories I had memories of the good times and the bad I recognize a lot of them are of my friends. We promised each other friendship till the end. High school came to and end and we all went our own separate ways. We didn’t see or speak to each other for many many days. I was lonely, depressed and sad thinking about all the good times we had. I know to make new friends and keep the old sad that our friendship I couldn’t hold. I have made a new friend as you can see, and now she has proved what a good friend should be. Love my friends....over 20 years strong. 

It is October 1, 2046 the year of my seventieth birthday and I am sitting here beachside feeling a bit nostalgic. During the past three years since I retired I have been doing a lot of thinking. These thoughts are mostly about my past life because I try to figure out if my presence on earth really made a difference in anybody’s life. I am now falling into a deep thought…             I recall my days at UCLA very vividly and with much pleasure. I graduated in the class of 1998 with a double major in Political Science and minored in Japanese. I obtained a job right after graduation because past experiences had taught and accustomed me not to procrastinate, especially with such competitive matters as a job. I was hired by a small business firm in Tokyo, Japan. Aside from being small, the firm was not too well known but I accepted the offer because I felt that I could succeed with a small firm. I figured that by starting at the bottom of a small business I would have the opportunity

June 16, 1994 My throat feels dry, like sandpaper. My stomach is churning. I’m anxious my hearts starts to beat faster and faster. I begin to sweat and I am wet. I can’t believe I’ve had the courage to come so far. Yet one word from my mouth and I can stop this. But OH it feels so good how can anyone ever want to stop it. I feel like I am floating in air free as a bird. It starts to get warm and intense. I feel this surge of feelings, very powerful building up in my gut. Like when you get up in front of 100s of people to make a speech, only better. Or when you’ve wanted to pee for the longest time and finally you do. My body has been invaded yet I don’t mind. I pull the culprit closer to me deeper inside of me; the ends of my fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders, round solid. I never want to let it go for the feeling will end. I feel protected, ironically, by this figure. Tears of joy form in my eyes these new and mixed feelings boggle my mind. Slower, faster, in a