Escuela Secundaria Diurna N° 175 "Ponciano Arriaga"

It has been about 26 or 27 years since I set foot at this school and a great many things seem to have changed, while many, many others have remained the same; not only at the school, but in the neighborhood as well. For starters, the school grounds seem to have been left to deteriorate at their own pace and with no hope of salvation. The front steps and the gate, the fences, the buildings and apparently the entire facility seems to be in the very state I left it when I came out and moved to high school and eventually started moving around the world on my own adventures. It is a bit sad to come back (albeit very infrequently) and seeing the place growing old without help. It seems as though it will run its course and die with everything it holds inside when it is of no use anymore. How many years will it take? Well, who knows. I remember my uncles went to school there as well, so I'd imagine the buildings have been standing for at least another 10-15 years before I set foot in there the first time. Many of my family members have since gone through the rigors of being part of the alumni and many more will probably see their way through it too in the near and far future as well. It is a nice place to remember, and so many of my fondest memories, like those of many others from mine and subsequent, as well as previous generations will undoubtedly be related to this place; Escuela Secundaria Diurna No. 175 is how we called it then. It was home for so many of us, and we still remember it, don't we? :) I still have a tattoo that is related to the school. I was kicked out of the morning shift for misbehaving and put in a room full of outcasts: Room 225, from where no one was expected to make it out. Well, we all went onto Room 235 the next year and we all finished school, though we sweated a fat drop to do it all. I have a tattoo that reads "235 Days of Grace," which is truly what I felt about this place. Los dias de gracia.

It is a very good school the teachers teach very well Atte: Aaron Torres Zavala

I am from the 2014-2017 generation and I have spent the three best years of my life where I lived joy, sadness, friendships, bad friendships, reproaches, scolding everything, but as everything has an end, I miss the high school but now I don't live in the CDMX In Coahuila there is a lot of talk that teachers did not teach before, as all teenagers, I was not very interested so far, I realize that what I learned there, I see it now in high school, many things happened since I left, I hope one day to return as a teacher. thanks to all teachers and sorry to those who want to get gray hair and thanks to one who taught me not only studies but also taught me to be someone better taught me to be a better person with pride from daytime high school # 175 ponciano arriga afternoon shift

The school is half bad but the teachers are good

Really that now they have completely disappointed me since they order the tasks by force by computer, do they really do not understand or understand that many parents lost their jobs and many do not have a peso in their bag? I am very sorry that they are like this