Talking about yourself is never a comfortable thing, but we do it every beginning of the year at school, or when we meet new people. Of course at school it looks like a kind of plug, but it's the taste of teaching.

Starting with the basics, my name is Dagda Falls, and I'm 19; I'll be back in a few days. I lived in the state of Montana, in the United States, in a little town called Dillon right near where Yellowstone Park is. It is a place with lots of green and bears consequently. That city is wonderful as well as the people, but I have the same complex of every young person of a less popular city: to leave. Leaving Dillon was my dream until I knew I would not go to California or New York, I would go to Westport Galway, in Ireland to go to college. I would change country, continent. I confess I even thought about quitting Dracology, but it would be worse for me to stay the rest of my life in Dillon. I boarded the plane as fast as I could.

I lived with my parents, obviously and had a good relationship with both of them, but they also felt when I said I would leave. There are other colleges closer that teach Draconology, but I did not expect to move on to the best and when they found out, they encouraged me and told me I could not let this chance pass. My mother was always very understanding and I do not remember at one time that she even raised her voice with me or with Dad, she was always very calm and this left the house quiet but delicious to live in the tranquility with their incense and giant cats The carpet. Dad is also calm, but it's because of his smoking habit. When my parents met, he was a marijuana user, but that did not ruin their relationship. He uses it because of "the nerves" and if one day I got scolded, it was through his mouth. What I admit, prevented me from becoming a spoiled and limitless person. But at the same time it made me hate drugs. Every family knows what's going on in it, Grandma said. I do not have siblings but I have many cousins, which I consider to be best friends. He lived on a dead-end street with the entire Falls family occupying the street. On the side of the street sign that says "Bear Aisle" today has a plate made with colored wax crayon "Falls Aisle" and the uncles helped varnishing so that the constant rain did not take the legacy of the Falls. That was a pretty cool day.

At school, I was not the popular girl. Neither I nor anyone else, Dillon's only private school, did not have many students, which made them all very popular. Everyone knew who was who and it was very difficult for anyone to dare to gossip. On the one hand, it was good, on the other, very monotonous. The only time there was anything interesting, it was a fight inside my living room with two stupid boys, which leads directly to my boyfriend: Sean. They quarreled because Sean's younger sister was hiding a boy from my living room. In his mind, to this day he thinks it was a worthy motive. Sean did not come with me to Ireland, he had to stay in Montana. At least it was for the capital to study Parallel Universes, something about controlling the barrier of the magical world of others. We agreed to continue the relationship at a distance since we had been dating since I was 13 and he never gave me any reason to be suspicious. Our plans were to go to LA and attend college at the same university, but ... My opportunity arose and he also supported me in going. He said he would visit me every possible vacation and holidays too. He said he would call, send messages and continue to surprise me. As if nothing had changed, and I expect it to be that way until we finally get married and married. Planning a life and undergoing a change of course like this is not easy unless you have the best family in the world and Sean, which is my case.

The college is amazing, the front desk was amazing and the people seem awesome. It is the good side of having the privilege of knowing this magical world. There is no word that best describes the atmosphere of this place: magic. I had seen the UUO photo in the folds, but I did not imagine it was so beautiful. It is a renovated hotel from the Middle Ages and has been enlarged with the same architectural base. The most impressive thing is that there is nothing dark or goth. The walls are of a clean beige and the furniture is of a light wood and the chandeliers are of enormous crystals. Everything is so loud and so ample ... And the staff were cordially leading me to my room, and my bags were already inside. I would share the room with one more girl, and the name on the plaque said: Felicia. Same as a kitten torturer, how sweet. Shortly after I left my room, I saw the freshman stained glass window passing by the "trot". What I could observe was that the students were painted like dragons, with their yellow belly and red backs and they had to juggle with balls on fire. They let the balls fall and everyone laughed, the fledglings even played right in the balls. Then they would line up and put on them what looked like a Chinese dragon costume that needed several people to have the dragon have personality. It was beautiful at the same time that I did not want to participate. I just smiled and continued to admire the place.

When I came to the gardens, with its bushes cut into beautiful shapes of different animals and flowing forms, and flowers I had never seen in Dillon, I saw large fields without any grass. Deep marks on the ground and giant chains lined up in a corner. I held my breath. It was an arena. It is obvious that there was no dragon fight (they are forbidden) but the mere fact of having chains already made me angry. And it was not just a single Arena.

Farther down the stone path to the east, there was a descent to what appeared to be underground. It was locked, but by the light emanating from torches and roars, I knew that was where the dragons were. I shivered and as I put my head closer to the cast iron gate, a man caught my eye:

-Caution! He was fat and short, bearded. "I'm sorry if I frightened you." Professor Ohara. Professor of Work Safety. He said with a smile, missing a few teeth. - Own experience. Then he laughed when he noticed my scare. Just kidding! This here, "he pointed to his teeth," are other stories. Incredible Stories at Sea! Are you going to be my student?

"I think so, sir." I held out my hand. - Dagda Falls. Course of Drachology.

-Ah yes! It will be yes my student, be welcome, Falls! After he had returned the hand-shake, he turned away. There was more to see on Campus, but I decided to go back to my room for something far more complex than dragons: people.