Hi: D
This is the last post in the English blog (wiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :B)
I know I WON'T miss it
The subject is Learning English at the University. Well I think this experience was great, but it's difficult for me to decide if I like the most to get to know some other classmates or the classes itself.
First of all, I started the English course in the University at level 3 last semester. In that opportunity we had Miss María Paz Zúñiga as a teacher. That semester the atmosphere in the class room was not the best because she had some problems with certain students. She usually left us out of the classroom when we arrived 5 or 10 minutes late. And if you dare to come in late with a Kine mate, you were DEAD XD.
Those are the only things I remember about that class. And that's really bad because we forgot the good things we've learned and only pointed our attention in hers bad reactions.
This semester everything is different. We have the world’s best teacher, Mister Carroza jajajaja. No, serious. The relationship between the students and the teacher has improved. It’s easier to go and talk to our current teacher. The atmosphere in the class room feels different.
In my opinion the problem with the English program in the university has nothing to do with our teachers. I honestly think there are major problems in the programming content. There are a lot of topics to develop in the course, and they try to board them all. The problem is that the planning does not agree with the time we have for English. So in the end we passed all the topics very fast without the necessary deepness it was required.
Those are things the English department has to change in order to provide the tools we need.
Thank you teacher for your dedication and kidness.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
last free post :D
This week I got to write another “Free post”. Every time is harder to decide the topic. Lucky me this is the last one.
I’m going to write about my room. It is very special to me because I painted myself and it is full of memories.
First, this is a room my father had to design, because I live with my two parents, my sister and my brother, and the house originally had 3 rooms. So he pretended he was an architect and drew himself the design to build a third room in the second floor. Thank God he stopped there and didn’t try to build it himself too. He called two builders to do it, and they were the laziest workers I have ever seen.
When it was finally done, my sister tried to stole my room, but I won because I’m the oldest and my parents love me more than her jajajajaja.
I painted it yellow, but a year and a half later I changed into a purple that looked like a pink. I started to buy things to decorate it. I bought some paintings, a new bed cover, some cute frames for my friend’s pictures, a vase that stayed empty for a long time, new pillows, and a lot of things more.
A year ago I painted my room again. And it stayed like that until now. It is difficult to describe the color, because it is not like green, is not a blue; I would name it “color fish”. I don’t know if I’m crazy, but I think I should paint my room again jajajjaja, but this time I have a good reason. Every time it rains one of my walls gets wet. So the painting is coming down. So in the summer I’ll ask my parents to fix the roof so the rain don’t get into my room, and of course I’ll paint it all over again.
One of the things I love about my room is that my boyfriend always writes something and hides it. I have found little messages under the bed, in my notebook’s screen, in my closet, everywhere! So everyday he has a new surprise for me and that’s the first thought that comes to my mind when I think about my room. I will never know what new things I’ll discover there.
I’m going to write about my room. It is very special to me because I painted myself and it is full of memories.
First, this is a room my father had to design, because I live with my two parents, my sister and my brother, and the house originally had 3 rooms. So he pretended he was an architect and drew himself the design to build a third room in the second floor. Thank God he stopped there and didn’t try to build it himself too. He called two builders to do it, and they were the laziest workers I have ever seen.
When it was finally done, my sister tried to stole my room, but I won because I’m the oldest and my parents love me more than her jajajajaja.
I painted it yellow, but a year and a half later I changed into a purple that looked like a pink. I started to buy things to decorate it. I bought some paintings, a new bed cover, some cute frames for my friend’s pictures, a vase that stayed empty for a long time, new pillows, and a lot of things more.
A year ago I painted my room again. And it stayed like that until now. It is difficult to describe the color, because it is not like green, is not a blue; I would name it “color fish”. I don’t know if I’m crazy, but I think I should paint my room again jajajjaja, but this time I have a good reason. Every time it rains one of my walls gets wet. So the painting is coming down. So in the summer I’ll ask my parents to fix the roof so the rain don’t get into my room, and of course I’ll paint it all over again.
One of the things I love about my room is that my boyfriend always writes something and hides it. I have found little messages under the bed, in my notebook’s screen, in my closet, everywhere! So everyday he has a new surprise for me and that’s the first thought that comes to my mind when I think about my room. I will never know what new things I’ll discover there.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Free post: Do we feel safe in our own city?
Hi everyone! Thank God this week is over! ALMOST! I'm writing from the library while I'm waiting for my Investiture Ceremony. I didn't want to come back home because I have just two hours for that. The ceremony starts at 6 so I have a long time to finish this.
The title I chose was: Do we feel safe in our own city? I am going to write about this topic because is something that I've always thought about. Since I was a child I've been scared of everything. If I'm walking in a dark street I get a little paranoid and start looking everywhere. I don't like to be alone in my house. I always try to get home with my boyfriend and most of the times he has to deviate from is way home just to left me safety at mine. I hate taking the bus when is already dark. I prefer leave the party early if my parents can't go pick me up, etc, etc, etc. I'm afraid all the time D:
And the main reason is that I have been assaulted two times. Recently my sister was assaulted too, and the guy threatened her with a gun.
All those events made me a control freak. I always want to know where my sister and my brother are, when are they gonna get home, at what hour my parents are going to pick me up, etc. And I hate it! I hate to be worried all the time. It is not normal.
But everything would be different if I could feel safe walking everywhere, anytime in my own city. Sometimes we don't realize that we live almost behind bars trying to protect our stuff and most important the people we love.
Political campaigns always talk about the importance of defeat crime, but I've never seen a big change in that area. The only thing that has change is the way criminals attack people, and the way the people try to defend from them.
Good news! We can always be worse than now. And the main thing, we can always make things better. But until that doesn't change, I'll be forced to keep being a control freak xD.
The title I chose was: Do we feel safe in our own city? I am going to write about this topic because is something that I've always thought about. Since I was a child I've been scared of everything. If I'm walking in a dark street I get a little paranoid and start looking everywhere. I don't like to be alone in my house. I always try to get home with my boyfriend and most of the times he has to deviate from is way home just to left me safety at mine. I hate taking the bus when is already dark. I prefer leave the party early if my parents can't go pick me up, etc, etc, etc. I'm afraid all the time D:
And the main reason is that I have been assaulted two times. Recently my sister was assaulted too, and the guy threatened her with a gun.
All those events made me a control freak. I always want to know where my sister and my brother are, when are they gonna get home, at what hour my parents are going to pick me up, etc. And I hate it! I hate to be worried all the time. It is not normal.
But everything would be different if I could feel safe walking everywhere, anytime in my own city. Sometimes we don't realize that we live almost behind bars trying to protect our stuff and most important the people we love.
Political campaigns always talk about the importance of defeat crime, but I've never seen a big change in that area. The only thing that has change is the way criminals attack people, and the way the people try to defend from them.
Good news! We can always be worse than now. And the main thing, we can always make things better. But until that doesn't change, I'll be forced to keep being a control freak xD.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Dealing with stress at University
This week I'm supposed to write about stress and how is possible to deal with it while you're at University.
I have to say that before PSU I didn’t know what "stress" was. When you are in School you're used to say "I'm so stress because of this test", bla, bla, bla, but NOTHING, I mean N O T H I N G compares to the tension the PSU brings to your poor life.
For me PSU was horrible, I felt very pressure. Those months weren't happy months for me and my family because I was irritated all the time. We agreed not to talks about the PSU until the results were ready, and that helped me a lot trying to deal with the stress.
But in University is different. You cannot stay quiet all year long just because you feel stress about it. So I had to take this year in a different way and try to be more emphatic with my family, understanding that they only wanted the best for me. In my case, the fact that they just ask how was I doing, bother me.
So I change my chip this year or I’ll be mad all the time. I started to take things little by little. Being organized is the most important thing, and I had to learn how to be organized in the first month I got here.
When you’re in school they tell you that University is great, that you’ll have a lot of time to yourself and to get to know new people, but one thing is for sure, it is nothing like you have ever imagine. Every one lives it his own way, some people party all they long the first month straight and then remembers that they were here to study. For others, it is not as difficult to get used to the rhythm. So it depends on every one.
For me, dealing with stress at university has been hard, sometimes I don’t know how to manage it, but it most of the cases I succeed. Some of the things I try to do to deal with stress is leave some time in the week to do whatever I wanted to. I don’t know, going to a party with my boyfriend, riding my bike, go for a walk, anything that helps me come clear my mind and keep me away from killing someone.
I have to say that before PSU I didn’t know what "stress" was. When you are in School you're used to say "I'm so stress because of this test", bla, bla, bla, but NOTHING, I mean N O T H I N G compares to the tension the PSU brings to your poor life.
For me PSU was horrible, I felt very pressure. Those months weren't happy months for me and my family because I was irritated all the time. We agreed not to talks about the PSU until the results were ready, and that helped me a lot trying to deal with the stress.
But in University is different. You cannot stay quiet all year long just because you feel stress about it. So I had to take this year in a different way and try to be more emphatic with my family, understanding that they only wanted the best for me. In my case, the fact that they just ask how was I doing, bother me.
So I change my chip this year or I’ll be mad all the time. I started to take things little by little. Being organized is the most important thing, and I had to learn how to be organized in the first month I got here.
When you’re in school they tell you that University is great, that you’ll have a lot of time to yourself and to get to know new people, but one thing is for sure, it is nothing like you have ever imagine. Every one lives it his own way, some people party all they long the first month straight and then remembers that they were here to study. For others, it is not as difficult to get used to the rhythm. So it depends on every one.
For me, dealing with stress at university has been hard, sometimes I don’t know how to manage it, but it most of the cases I succeed. Some of the things I try to do to deal with stress is leave some time in the week to do whatever I wanted to. I don’t know, going to a party with my boyfriend, riding my bike, go for a walk, anything that helps me come clear my mind and keep me away from killing someone.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Dispelling "Neuromyths": Learn while you sleep
The article we read about dispelling neuromyths said that the idea of learn something while you're sleeping was born during World War II. People imagined that spies would learn the dialects, accents, habits, etc while they were sleeping, but this statement is only a science fiction idea from Hugo Gernsback who wrote a book about it in 1911. This idea began to spread into the real world, after that people thought that they could actually do it.
Some experiments tried to confirm or refute this idea. One of them was made in Russia. This research was based on narrating a story for children to subjects sleeping normally. They checked that one of the twelve subjects was able to remember certain things about the narration.
Other experiment compared the memories from a person who had read a story and another who listened the narration while sleeping. Both of them seemed to remember the same quantity of details. Some researchers said that maybe there are “sensitive” subjects who are more prone to remember things they heard when they were sleeping. But anyway, there’s no scientific evidence that you could learn a foreign language or maths while you’re asleep. It takes a conscious effort.
If you ask me I would love to be this kind of “sensitive” person who is able to remember some stuff from sleeping. But in the other hand, could we really take some rest if we are studying all the time? If learn while we are sleeping is possible some day, I’m sure there will be consequences. Of course I’d use that capacity for exams and things like that, but other people could use it to other unknown purpose, don’t you think? So in that case I could be even dangerous.
Some experiments tried to confirm or refute this idea. One of them was made in Russia. This research was based on narrating a story for children to subjects sleeping normally. They checked that one of the twelve subjects was able to remember certain things about the narration.
Other experiment compared the memories from a person who had read a story and another who listened the narration while sleeping. Both of them seemed to remember the same quantity of details. Some researchers said that maybe there are “sensitive” subjects who are more prone to remember things they heard when they were sleeping. But anyway, there’s no scientific evidence that you could learn a foreign language or maths while you’re asleep. It takes a conscious effort.
If you ask me I would love to be this kind of “sensitive” person who is able to remember some stuff from sleeping. But in the other hand, could we really take some rest if we are studying all the time? If learn while we are sleeping is possible some day, I’m sure there will be consequences. Of course I’d use that capacity for exams and things like that, but other people could use it to other unknown purpose, don’t you think? So in that case I could be even dangerous.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A healthy life style, is it possible?
A few minutes ago we where talking about what did we eat today at lunch. The question meant to show us how badly we are eating these days. Maybe the lack of time makes us eat the fastest and simplest food we can get. Maybe don't taking serious our alimentation is leading us to eat anything. But I think this is not only a problem of responsible students like us ;) I believe that the whole world is choosing what is immediately. Fast food is tasty, but in my opinion it doesn't replace the home made food.
So my opinion is that sometimes we have fast food (or not food at all) because we don't have enough time to have lunch properly.
Factors like our alimentation, our physical activity, how we use our free time, can take us to live a sedentary life, and that sooner or later will bring us a lot of problems.
Have a healthy life style is possible, I think. But in the world we live now, having that kind of life is very difficult. Our society demands us to be successful, be a great student, have a great job, gain a lot of money and preferably be physically attractive and skinny.
But having a healthy life style can give you that and a lot more. For me having a healthy life style is to try to relax and being with your family every time you can, have regular physical activity, try to don't stress up with every little rock that's on your way, and treat the others as you want to be treated. So for me, a healthy life involves also your mental health. Being a good person also helps you having a better quality of life.
Of course exercising and eating may define in a very technical way if you're being healthy or not. But those things come along when your mind is healthy and clear.
We all know that when we are stressed up everything seems to be wrong. We don't get good grades, we fight with everyone and we close to ourselves.
That is not healthy either, right?
So my opinion is that sometimes we have fast food (or not food at all) because we don't have enough time to have lunch properly.
Factors like our alimentation, our physical activity, how we use our free time, can take us to live a sedentary life, and that sooner or later will bring us a lot of problems.
Have a healthy life style is possible, I think. But in the world we live now, having that kind of life is very difficult. Our society demands us to be successful, be a great student, have a great job, gain a lot of money and preferably be physically attractive and skinny.
But having a healthy life style can give you that and a lot more. For me having a healthy life style is to try to relax and being with your family every time you can, have regular physical activity, try to don't stress up with every little rock that's on your way, and treat the others as you want to be treated. So for me, a healthy life involves also your mental health. Being a good person also helps you having a better quality of life.
Of course exercising and eating may define in a very technical way if you're being healthy or not. But those things come along when your mind is healthy and clear.
We all know that when we are stressed up everything seems to be wrong. We don't get good grades, we fight with everyone and we close to ourselves.
That is not healthy either, right?
Monday, September 27, 2010
My favorite memory's childhood
Hi everyone! How are you? I hope you all had a great weekend. I almost forgot this assignment. I've got a lot to study these days because next Tuesday there's a exam of OHIFA, so I prefer to write this homework right now and save time for the other subject.
The title of this post is: "my favorite memory's childhood", and while I was writing this I remembered some pictures I scanned a few months ago. Some of them are of me and my brother and sister. So I'll go to take a look now and try to find some picture that helps me explain that favorite moment of my childhood.
Well, this picture brought me a great family "tradition" we used to have when I was a kid (well I'm still a kid xd). We met every Sunday in my grandfather's house. Aunts, cousins, uncles, nephews, everyone were there to have lunch together.
The people who are in the picture are my father's parents. The little girl sitting on the left side of Granddad is my sister Angela, on the other side there's me with the Baby Joche, and standing there's my cousin Camila.
Those days we used to take us a lot of pictures. I played all day with my cousins and ate a lot of ice-cream. After lunch, everyone would take a nap for about an hour, but we, the girls, used to mess up the house instead of sleep like the rest. We had some much fun together!
In the afternoon they used to take us to a park near to the house, and they let us play until we couldn’t run anymore.
The family “tradition” stopped when Granddad died, and I’m sorry for the little cousins I have now. They couldn’t have that space with all the family to be spoiled.
My cousins from the picture are studying in the south, so I don’t get to see them very often. I hope someday the new generations of the family will gather all like in those days.
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