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.
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