The Calling

As any other teenager in my school I go around all day writing, sending, calling and all other sort of things through my BlackBerry. It is amazing how this little so called Smart Phone can affect the life of a simple teenager like me. Every minute of every day waiting for someone to send you a BBM instead of paying  attention to the teacher. I don´t know anyone at CNG (my school) that goes around the school hallways without their BB in their hand. 

Many people believe that when your parents give you a BB you become some sort of zombie that is trapped by the forces of technology. Well thats not my case, I am the type of girl that leaves her cellphone on her backpack and takes it out in break. That day was the amazing exception, I remember I was on AP Macroeconomics class listening to a very interesting lesson on the union between Fiscal and Monetary policy when my BB vibrated on my pocket. Trying to hide it from the teachers I used a book to cover it while I read the BBM my mother sent me. "You got a scholarship for the conference!" said the message and my mind started to trouble. 

At first my mind troubled trying to find out the conference she was talking about. As a Model United Nations former Academic director and present secretary General I thought she was talking about an international MUN conference. I sent her another BB while we where working on the workbooks asking  the name of the conference. "Global Young Leaders Conference remember?". For a second I had a flashback and saw myself one year ago. 

It was a dark night after a Model United Nations conference when I received a packet. It had a golden stamp on the right corner. My whole family was there when I opened it in the kitchen. We read the letter inviting me to the Global Young Leaders Conference. My mom and my dad where really proud and my sister was kind of indifferent to the whole situation. It was a very joyful moment for all of us until  saw the price of the conference. It was kind of expensive so I applied to get a scholarship. At that time I was not able to earn it so I couldn't go. I still remember my mother calling me during a leadership retreat to ask me for an essay and I remember I had to write quickly before I left to an activity. 

After that momentary flashback I got really excited and so happy it was almost unbelievable. I wrote to my dad and he got as excited as my mom and I, then I wrote to my sister, she remained indifferent but more enthusiastic than last time. I told all my friends, my teachers and the cleaning lady, I think that day was the best day of my life.

This was the first step towards a conference I am sure to never forget.

Gabby