Oscar Wilde said once a little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. Do you think so?
At school and at home we are taught at early age that we have to be kind with people in general, but what do we do when someone dislike us?...Well, it would be great to tell and do exactly what you feel and think, no matter the consequences. But in this world things are not that simple. People reject to the idea of being realistic and face the truth. Is it that we are not still accustomed to honesty?...I don’t think so. Perhaps we are afraid of hurting people’s feelings, but how long will you be able to stand people who bother you?. In my case, I try to be as much patient as I can but in some cases I feel I’m being cynical. I try to avoid certain situations but God knows he’s testing my patience.
However, my point is that we do not have to be nice just because of the simple fact of being nice. You need a reason for that. But don`t get me wrong with this. I`m not saying you have to be rude with the person who bothers you, but to be honest with your feelings and not pretend everything is ok when it isn`t.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
My Family (first part)
Living with my family is not one of the easiest things for me. Trust me when I say this. It requires of a lot of patience but in certain moments it can be quite difficult.
I live with my parents, three sisters and one brother.
What can I say about my father?. I love him so much that I hate the way he complains about everything. If there’s something out of its place, he makes a huge tragedy of it and he worries me as he has blood pressure’s problems and this could be bad for him. Besides that, he’s quite negative about almost everything, so imagine such a combination of grumble and negation!. On the other side it’s my mother. Let me tell you our mother-daughter relationship is quite special. We both have gone through difficulties in our relationship but we still love each other so maybe that’s why we can overcome our problems. The thing is that she has some attitudes that are difficult to deal with, and one of them is that she barely listens to you when you have something important to say. Besides, she has her favourite ones, so it’s even more complicated to have her attention even for a while. In many opportunities I’d have loved sharing with her important things that happened to me, but she cared about something else. Perhaps that’s our problem, that whenever we have the opportunity to establish a good relation, there’s always something else between us. However, I think she’s a great mum. I always had what I needed. She has worked really hard for it and I really thank her for that, but if she only knew the only thing I need is just a hug from her…
Changing the subject, I have a love-hate relationship with my brother. He’s seven years younger than me and he’s the typical kind of adolescent who’s surrounded by technology and can’t live without them and neither he lets us live in peace. He’s always asking for a new cellphone, new games for his new playstation 2 or new programmes for the computer; and now he wants a motorbike for his eighteenth birthday. It’s so tiring to deal with him!. The worst thing is that I hate spoilt kids like him and I can’t stand situations in which he’s completely claiming for stupid things. Things that won’t help him in the future. He’s so smart that I hate the way he spends so much time on these things instead of studying or doing something useful for him. Anyway, I’m also conscious that it’s not his fault at all. My parents are also partly responsibly. However, when he is not so childish, we spent great moments together.
I live with my parents, three sisters and one brother.
What can I say about my father?. I love him so much that I hate the way he complains about everything. If there’s something out of its place, he makes a huge tragedy of it and he worries me as he has blood pressure’s problems and this could be bad for him. Besides that, he’s quite negative about almost everything, so imagine such a combination of grumble and negation!. On the other side it’s my mother. Let me tell you our mother-daughter relationship is quite special. We both have gone through difficulties in our relationship but we still love each other so maybe that’s why we can overcome our problems. The thing is that she has some attitudes that are difficult to deal with, and one of them is that she barely listens to you when you have something important to say. Besides, she has her favourite ones, so it’s even more complicated to have her attention even for a while. In many opportunities I’d have loved sharing with her important things that happened to me, but she cared about something else. Perhaps that’s our problem, that whenever we have the opportunity to establish a good relation, there’s always something else between us. However, I think she’s a great mum. I always had what I needed. She has worked really hard for it and I really thank her for that, but if she only knew the only thing I need is just a hug from her…
Changing the subject, I have a love-hate relationship with my brother. He’s seven years younger than me and he’s the typical kind of adolescent who’s surrounded by technology and can’t live without them and neither he lets us live in peace. He’s always asking for a new cellphone, new games for his new playstation 2 or new programmes for the computer; and now he wants a motorbike for his eighteenth birthday. It’s so tiring to deal with him!. The worst thing is that I hate spoilt kids like him and I can’t stand situations in which he’s completely claiming for stupid things. Things that won’t help him in the future. He’s so smart that I hate the way he spends so much time on these things instead of studying or doing something useful for him. Anyway, I’m also conscious that it’s not his fault at all. My parents are also partly responsibly. However, when he is not so childish, we spent great moments together.
My Family (second part)
My little sister is sixteen and she’s the kind of girl who is always doing something to make you smile. She’s so innocent and naïve at her age that sometimes it worries me she may be harmed. I’m worried about it because I see she suffers when someone gets mad with her or if she argues with someone. I’m afraid someday she misses her innocence or that she be influenced by her friends and stops behaving in the way she does. It is as I’d like to put her on a bubble and not let her go out. I know it sounds crazy but I just feel that I need to protect her from I don’t know what…
My older sister is older than me and she’s the kind of person whom I can always count with. I know whatever I need I can ask her. I know I can trust her and if I do something wrong she makes me see my mistakes. She is great giving advices but perhaps we have different points of view about life. She has lived surrounded by “the good things” and perhaps that’s why she’s so positive, and everything is ok, and she can see a wonderful future, etc., etc
And finally, my oldest sister is just exactly like Beth in Louisa May Alcott’s novel “Little women”. She is twenty-seven years old and she has no friends, no social life and she prefers staying at home doing the housework. She’s rather special. She seems to be quite fragile and I would say she lives in a bubble. She gets nervous if she has to talk to any stranger. Her voice starts to tremble and most of the times she tries to avoid these situations. She is so innocent and fragile, incapable to hurt anybody that she also worries me. I don’t know how to help her. In any moment she would have to face this world and it would be hard to get accustomed. It would be hard to deal with it. Besides, I’m worry about her future. What will she do when my parents don’t be with her? How would she manage by her own?. She’s so dependant from my parents that it also makes me feel angry about her attitudes.
Anyway, the thing is that sometimes I feel I am the big sister, the oldest one. Most of the times I take responsibilities that don’t concern me. Sometimes I had to act like the mother or father of my siblings; or like the sort of negotiator of my parents, and I realized I’m not enjoying my own life. I’ve been so busy trying to arrange these family’s issues that I never think about my own life. Perhaps it’s because I always thought if I didn’t do something, this family would have come down…
My older sister is older than me and she’s the kind of person whom I can always count with. I know whatever I need I can ask her. I know I can trust her and if I do something wrong she makes me see my mistakes. She is great giving advices but perhaps we have different points of view about life. She has lived surrounded by “the good things” and perhaps that’s why she’s so positive, and everything is ok, and she can see a wonderful future, etc., etc
And finally, my oldest sister is just exactly like Beth in Louisa May Alcott’s novel “Little women”. She is twenty-seven years old and she has no friends, no social life and she prefers staying at home doing the housework. She’s rather special. She seems to be quite fragile and I would say she lives in a bubble. She gets nervous if she has to talk to any stranger. Her voice starts to tremble and most of the times she tries to avoid these situations. She is so innocent and fragile, incapable to hurt anybody that she also worries me. I don’t know how to help her. In any moment she would have to face this world and it would be hard to get accustomed. It would be hard to deal with it. Besides, I’m worry about her future. What will she do when my parents don’t be with her? How would she manage by her own?. She’s so dependant from my parents that it also makes me feel angry about her attitudes.
Anyway, the thing is that sometimes I feel I am the big sister, the oldest one. Most of the times I take responsibilities that don’t concern me. Sometimes I had to act like the mother or father of my siblings; or like the sort of negotiator of my parents, and I realized I’m not enjoying my own life. I’ve been so busy trying to arrange these family’s issues that I never think about my own life. Perhaps it’s because I always thought if I didn’t do something, this family would have come down…
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Child labour in Tucuman
Walking on the streets in our province it’s common to find children working. On the avenues, you can see them when the traffic lights are in red. Little children or teenagers cleaning the windscreens and they are paid a few coins for their jobs.
If you are constantly visiting bars and pubs, you will find kids going around those places very late at night selling candies, flowers or just leaving cards on your table for you to cooperate while their parents are waiting for them near these places to control the earnings their children provide to them. Some of these children are carrying their little baby siblings and with this picture you feel blame of giving or not some money to them. One the one hand, you know that if you go on giving them money, you’re encouraging their parents to go on making their children work, when it is their responsibility to do it. But on the other hand, if you refuse to give them money, you know these kids may be severally punished for it. And it is something difficult to realize, but I think I can’t find a proper solution. It really makes me angry to see so many children working on thee streets when they should be studying at schools or playing at home. Enjoying their childhood, not working. They are being exposed to several dangerous situations at night, and nobody is doing anything for them. Politics do not pay attention to this situation. They are too busy preparing their political campaigns for the coming elections so child labour is an issue which would be still on agenda until the state be finally conscious of the damages that they are causing to these children’s lives. I hope it won’t be late.
If you are constantly visiting bars and pubs, you will find kids going around those places very late at night selling candies, flowers or just leaving cards on your table for you to cooperate while their parents are waiting for them near these places to control the earnings their children provide to them. Some of these children are carrying their little baby siblings and with this picture you feel blame of giving or not some money to them. One the one hand, you know that if you go on giving them money, you’re encouraging their parents to go on making their children work, when it is their responsibility to do it. But on the other hand, if you refuse to give them money, you know these kids may be severally punished for it. And it is something difficult to realize, but I think I can’t find a proper solution. It really makes me angry to see so many children working on thee streets when they should be studying at schools or playing at home. Enjoying their childhood, not working. They are being exposed to several dangerous situations at night, and nobody is doing anything for them. Politics do not pay attention to this situation. They are too busy preparing their political campaigns for the coming elections so child labour is an issue which would be still on agenda until the state be finally conscious of the damages that they are causing to these children’s lives. I hope it won’t be late.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Competition
I wonder why is it that you are at some point in your career that you start noticing that there are some people who are extremely competitive and the most interesting part is that they won’t be happy with their achievements and improvements but with your failures.
Some people could say it is competition. Well, I think these attitudes like arrogance, individualism, envy and jealousy are the typical qualities for that kind of people. They’re not just interested in having great notes, they seem to want you to be stuck in the career, so the rest of people applause them and congratulate them. It would be like the more I’m doing better, the more I want you to get worse. They seem to be constantly looking for approval and if they would have the opportunity of making you disappear, they will do it. But don’t get me wrong with what I’m saying. I’m not like them. I don’t envy them. If they are going well, it’s fine and if they’re not going so well…what can I say?...it’s not the end of the world and I’m pretty sure they will do it better next time.
The thing is that this kind of attitudes makes me feel pity for some of them because I think their lives may be too empty and meaningless if they give too much importance to the things I mentioned before. There must be something missing in their lives to be so shallow…don’t you think?
Some people could say it is competition. Well, I think these attitudes like arrogance, individualism, envy and jealousy are the typical qualities for that kind of people. They’re not just interested in having great notes, they seem to want you to be stuck in the career, so the rest of people applause them and congratulate them. It would be like the more I’m doing better, the more I want you to get worse. They seem to be constantly looking for approval and if they would have the opportunity of making you disappear, they will do it. But don’t get me wrong with what I’m saying. I’m not like them. I don’t envy them. If they are going well, it’s fine and if they’re not going so well…what can I say?...it’s not the end of the world and I’m pretty sure they will do it better next time.
The thing is that this kind of attitudes makes me feel pity for some of them because I think their lives may be too empty and meaningless if they give too much importance to the things I mentioned before. There must be something missing in their lives to be so shallow…don’t you think?
Tattoos
Last week in our English Language class, there was one of my classmates who presented a topic about “Celebrities Worshipping” and one of the things she mentioned was about a person who had a tattoo of his celebrity and this led to a heated debate among some of my classmates. Some of them mentioned religion and the fact of accepting your body as God create you; some others talked about social stereotypes that had people and made them judge those ones who had a tattoo.
The thing is that I wasn’t in the class before that moment. I had too much things on my head, I was thinking about something else nothing related to the class, but when I heard what the discussion was about, I felt I had some many things to say but I felt unable to speak as I wasn’t paying attention before. Anyway…for the things I heard, I wonder, do tattoos are still being part of social stereotypes?, will they always be?... I hope not. I n my opinion, I could say it’s just a matter of choice. It has nothing to do with religion or social problems. I think it’s stupid to say that because you have one, you probably have mental problems. Can’t we think it is only because you want your body look different?. Maybe it’s because you want a nice draw on your body for the rest of your life and that’s all, or perhaps it’s that you want to show art on your body, which I think it`s an excellent reason.
I have to say I don’t wear any tattoos. The only idea of having something for the rest of my life makes it impossible, but I think they’re nice and I respect people who have them. I think this kind of prejudices should finally come to an end. As human beings, we have the freedom to choose and I thank God for that.
The thing is that I wasn’t in the class before that moment. I had too much things on my head, I was thinking about something else nothing related to the class, but when I heard what the discussion was about, I felt I had some many things to say but I felt unable to speak as I wasn’t paying attention before. Anyway…for the things I heard, I wonder, do tattoos are still being part of social stereotypes?, will they always be?... I hope not. I n my opinion, I could say it’s just a matter of choice. It has nothing to do with religion or social problems. I think it’s stupid to say that because you have one, you probably have mental problems. Can’t we think it is only because you want your body look different?. Maybe it’s because you want a nice draw on your body for the rest of your life and that’s all, or perhaps it’s that you want to show art on your body, which I think it`s an excellent reason.
I have to say I don’t wear any tattoos. The only idea of having something for the rest of my life makes it impossible, but I think they’re nice and I respect people who have them. I think this kind of prejudices should finally come to an end. As human beings, we have the freedom to choose and I thank God for that.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Facing the reality
For several years she had suffered. Of course she had been in love once, but her love became hatred when another woman appeared in the life of her loving man and he broke her heart. When this happened, she felt her world was coming down but never showed anything. She wanted to seem strong in front of her family and friends as she hated the idea of people feeling pity for that situation, but she cried alone at night and she regretted of having spent too much time of her life on a relation that was a completely lie. She suspected her boyfriend had something but she pretended everything was fine as she didn’t want to face the truth.
She felt she could not manage her feelings. She was too sad and depressed and she wanted to disappear from the earth or losing her identity. As she was quite depressed, her best friend suggested her going abroad for a while and she accepted. She travelled to different places and met interesting people.
After two years going from one place to the other, she came back home to move on with her life and to start doing something different. She felt she had changed and even everything seemed to have changed. Her family and friends missed her a lot but they respected her decision of going alone by her own. They knew there was little they could do about it and supporting her on her decisions was the best they could do for her.
One day, coming back home from her new job, she met her ex-boyfriend carrying his baby and right besides him, his wife…
They seemed to be the perfect family he always wished to have but for some reason she never wanted to talk about whenever it was possible. In that exactly moment she remembered the times when he talked about the babies they were going to have or the big house they were going to buy when they get married, but she never said anything about it, she avoid any conversation about future plans as she knew she would never be able to have a family because she was going to die.
It has always been very difficult for her to tell her boyfriend the truth but she couldn’t find the right moment to do it. She thought if she told him she was going to die he would leave her…but he leave her anyway without knowing anything about it…
She came to them and he was pale when he noticed her, He couldn’t believe his eyes; he thought she was more beautiful than she was before meanwhile she felt stronger now that she learnt he moved on with his life…If he did it, why not her?...suffering long time, for what?, for who?. Now she realized it was time to get it over, and one way of starting would be facing that situation. So she came to them with a big smile and said hi to both parents and kissed the baby. He seemed to be rather confused as he thought she wouldn’t have the courage to do it and besides that, she was too confident of what she was doing and she was not like that. She had changed and you could notice in her eyes. She was now completely sure of what she wanted to do. She wanted to enjoy each day of her life as if it were the last.
She felt she could not manage her feelings. She was too sad and depressed and she wanted to disappear from the earth or losing her identity. As she was quite depressed, her best friend suggested her going abroad for a while and she accepted. She travelled to different places and met interesting people.
After two years going from one place to the other, she came back home to move on with her life and to start doing something different. She felt she had changed and even everything seemed to have changed. Her family and friends missed her a lot but they respected her decision of going alone by her own. They knew there was little they could do about it and supporting her on her decisions was the best they could do for her.
One day, coming back home from her new job, she met her ex-boyfriend carrying his baby and right besides him, his wife…
They seemed to be the perfect family he always wished to have but for some reason she never wanted to talk about whenever it was possible. In that exactly moment she remembered the times when he talked about the babies they were going to have or the big house they were going to buy when they get married, but she never said anything about it, she avoid any conversation about future plans as she knew she would never be able to have a family because she was going to die.
It has always been very difficult for her to tell her boyfriend the truth but she couldn’t find the right moment to do it. She thought if she told him she was going to die he would leave her…but he leave her anyway without knowing anything about it…
She came to them and he was pale when he noticed her, He couldn’t believe his eyes; he thought she was more beautiful than she was before meanwhile she felt stronger now that she learnt he moved on with his life…If he did it, why not her?...suffering long time, for what?, for who?. Now she realized it was time to get it over, and one way of starting would be facing that situation. So she came to them with a big smile and said hi to both parents and kissed the baby. He seemed to be rather confused as he thought she wouldn’t have the courage to do it and besides that, she was too confident of what she was doing and she was not like that. She had changed and you could notice in her eyes. She was now completely sure of what she wanted to do. She wanted to enjoy each day of her life as if it were the last.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Sunday Afternoons
I think the most deppressing day is Sunday. Especially in the afternoons. You always have nothing to do but to sleep or to eat (well,at least in my case). Maybe you wonder how about watching television or listening to music...but what the hell!...Nothing, but absolutely nothing is more boring than a Sunday afternoon at home. If I decide to watch a movie on the dvd, I never see the end of it as I always fall asleep in the middle of the story and when I wake up and I realize that I lost half of the movie, I get angry and I never watch the end of the movie...
If I want to listen to music for a while it happens the same. But this happens for obvious reasons as most of the radio stations are depressing with their "retro" music. Don`t get me wrong when I say this because I love songs from that time, but the whole afternoon?...and night?. C`mon...there must be something interesting to do...
If I want to listen to music for a while it happens the same. But this happens for obvious reasons as most of the radio stations are depressing with their "retro" music. Don`t get me wrong when I say this because I love songs from that time, but the whole afternoon?...and night?. C`mon...there must be something interesting to do...
Friday, June 15, 2007
Rock bands
I love music in general, but I am a very fond of rock & roll music. International and national rock and I even like rock bands from Tucuman. Every band is special in some way; some are simply great, making wonderful music which is always a pleasure to hear something from them. Some others, apart from create excellent music for us, have characteristics that make you follow them. They are charismatic and humble and just want their music to be heard. And with this, I would like to make reference to a rock band from this province which I have seen the effort they have done to be recognized and all the difficulties they are overcoming in order to release their first album.
I met this band because of my friend, whose brother is the guitarist of the group, and when I heard their music and I paid attention to the content of their songs, which each of them has a story behind, I pretty much liked.
I try to go to every concert they do as I enjoy them. It is also noticeable how they are supported. They aren’t from our city, but they’re from Florida, and let me tell you how exciting and emotive is to see the amount of people who come from their town to support them. It is also quite significant to see the effort they do before every concert with relatives and friends helping them in whatever is possible. The thing is that the band has been together for almost ten years (they have been friends since they were children), and something they could not achieve was the recording of their first album, as doing this costs a lot of money.
Of course I think it is rather unfair this situation as every time I see them on their rehearsal or performing on their stage, it is noticeable their improvements. But partly, I think it is government’s fault as since they set a limit to the closure of discos at 4 a.m. Because of this damned law came out, they have no place to play and this happens not only with this band but with other bands that are having the same problems.
Unfortunately, Mr Alperovich thought that censorship in our province was the best solution in order to do something for the horrible murders and vanishings of people. He’d never admit it’s convenient for him the local bands do not have the possibility to express themselves. They always say what they think and what they see. They’re conscious of the current situation in our province, and they would not keep their mouths shut which is great, but it’s a shame that the provincial government be worrier for what a rock band may say about them rather than be worried for the citizens’ sake.
I met this band because of my friend, whose brother is the guitarist of the group, and when I heard their music and I paid attention to the content of their songs, which each of them has a story behind, I pretty much liked.
I try to go to every concert they do as I enjoy them. It is also noticeable how they are supported. They aren’t from our city, but they’re from Florida, and let me tell you how exciting and emotive is to see the amount of people who come from their town to support them. It is also quite significant to see the effort they do before every concert with relatives and friends helping them in whatever is possible. The thing is that the band has been together for almost ten years (they have been friends since they were children), and something they could not achieve was the recording of their first album, as doing this costs a lot of money.
Of course I think it is rather unfair this situation as every time I see them on their rehearsal or performing on their stage, it is noticeable their improvements. But partly, I think it is government’s fault as since they set a limit to the closure of discos at 4 a.m. Because of this damned law came out, they have no place to play and this happens not only with this band but with other bands that are having the same problems.
Unfortunately, Mr Alperovich thought that censorship in our province was the best solution in order to do something for the horrible murders and vanishings of people. He’d never admit it’s convenient for him the local bands do not have the possibility to express themselves. They always say what they think and what they see. They’re conscious of the current situation in our province, and they would not keep their mouths shut which is great, but it’s a shame that the provincial government be worrier for what a rock band may say about them rather than be worried for the citizens’ sake.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
My Beloved Teacher
Today sadness invades my heart. I`m so hollow that I can`t describe what I`m feeling in this exactly moment. I feel a deep hole in my soul and I have something in my throat that I feel it hurts to breathe. I can feel the emptiness.Today I lost the best teacher I`ve ever had. She was more than a teacher, she was like a friend,like an inspiration. A whole eminence. Such a beautiful person. Full of energy and always encouraging us to follow our dreams no matter how difficult the things seem to be.
I met her in the summer of the last year. I was going to seat for an exam and she helped me a lot with it. Besides that, I shared wonderful moments with her. She was always telling us about attractive places she went or interesting stories in which she was involved. I would never forget when she told me the time she was in France in the events of May 68 and all the dangerous and at the same time funny moments she had gone through.
I also remember when she told me the time she met Randolph Quirk in a conference and how angry she left the room because she said Mr Quirk overestimated the teachers of our country (and besides that, he was bored). And another anecdote was when she told the time she was in the Globe Theatre and at the end of the play she was completely soaked as it was raining.
She had so many anecdotes to tell her students and personally, I enjoyed listening to her. She made her stories so interesting that I never wanted to stop listening.
But now she`s not here with us. She left us. Now finally she will be resting. Since she retired she had had students at home and she never seemed to be tired of them and she refused if any of us wanted to pay for her classes. She used to say she hated loneliness and she loved having her house full of students. She loved young people. Young people who wanted to learn more of the English Language but who also had the pleasure of learning more about her.
I shared beautiful moments with her and I feel really sad because I couldn`t say good bye. The last time I saw her was two months ago, when some of my classmates and I invited her to have lunch to thank her for helping us in an exam. I just know I would keep those moments in my mind and she will always be present in my heart.
I always admired the talent she had to teach and to make us understand some things that were so difficult for us. She motivated us all the time and never overestimated us. She supported our ideas (criticized them if it was necessary) and encouraged us to follow our dreams and not to give up.
She had travelled around the world and she knew about everything. Such an interesting person to know...and so humble and simple at the same time. She seemed to want to transmit her knowledge to us...
I would love to have known her before, anyway I`m happy to have met her because it was an honor for me. I hope when I become a teacher and finally graduate, to have just a little bit of what she had. She was a wonderful teacher and a beautiful person and I`m pretty sure she will be in the heart of every student who had the pleasure to have known her as she is the kind of teacher who will always be remembered with a smile and admiration.
I met her in the summer of the last year. I was going to seat for an exam and she helped me a lot with it. Besides that, I shared wonderful moments with her. She was always telling us about attractive places she went or interesting stories in which she was involved. I would never forget when she told me the time she was in France in the events of May 68 and all the dangerous and at the same time funny moments she had gone through.
I also remember when she told me the time she met Randolph Quirk in a conference and how angry she left the room because she said Mr Quirk overestimated the teachers of our country (and besides that, he was bored). And another anecdote was when she told the time she was in the Globe Theatre and at the end of the play she was completely soaked as it was raining.
She had so many anecdotes to tell her students and personally, I enjoyed listening to her. She made her stories so interesting that I never wanted to stop listening.
But now she`s not here with us. She left us. Now finally she will be resting. Since she retired she had had students at home and she never seemed to be tired of them and she refused if any of us wanted to pay for her classes. She used to say she hated loneliness and she loved having her house full of students. She loved young people. Young people who wanted to learn more of the English Language but who also had the pleasure of learning more about her.
I shared beautiful moments with her and I feel really sad because I couldn`t say good bye. The last time I saw her was two months ago, when some of my classmates and I invited her to have lunch to thank her for helping us in an exam. I just know I would keep those moments in my mind and she will always be present in my heart.
I always admired the talent she had to teach and to make us understand some things that were so difficult for us. She motivated us all the time and never overestimated us. She supported our ideas (criticized them if it was necessary) and encouraged us to follow our dreams and not to give up.
She had travelled around the world and she knew about everything. Such an interesting person to know...and so humble and simple at the same time. She seemed to want to transmit her knowledge to us...
I would love to have known her before, anyway I`m happy to have met her because it was an honor for me. I hope when I become a teacher and finally graduate, to have just a little bit of what she had. She was a wonderful teacher and a beautiful person and I`m pretty sure she will be in the heart of every student who had the pleasure to have known her as she is the kind of teacher who will always be remembered with a smile and admiration.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Future teachers???
Last Tuesday I felt indignant with some of my classmates.
I’m taking sociolinguistics at 2nd year and that day we were supposed to present a research project about “Borrowings” in our language i.e. loan English words that have been incorporated in our mother tongue. The thing is that when the teacher asked about the project, one of my classmates who were in my group asked me the folder with the work and at that exactly moment I had a strange feeling that something bad was happening.
I told her I had left it on her desk the day before but she said she found nothing over there. I sent a text message to the other girl who was in my group but she didn’t have it either.
I wanted to believe they were playing a joke on me, but no. I asked our preceptor Gabriel if someone had left something at their office, but there was nothing there. I asked him because if you found something it’s not yours, you’re supposed to give it back to the person who owns or at least to give it to one of our preceptors. Well, I also asked each one of my classmates if they had seen a folder on my desk the day before but no one had seen anything. Then I had to go toward my teacher to explain the situation and she was as surprised as I was.
To be honest, the first thing that came to my mind was that I had lost the folder with the project (as I tend to be a little bit absent-minded sometimes), but I was pretty sure of what I did with it besides, it can’t disappear something from your desk (especially when there was another class following this one). Someone had to see it. Someone found or stole my work. And I know it’s wrong to judge beforehand, but as I said before, if you found something it’s not yours, you give it back to its owner. This is what it is taught at school and home, isn’t it?. And this kind of attitude makes me wonder what kind of teachers are going to be in charge of our children in the future. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that everybody behave in the same way, I’m just making reference to those ones who feel so desperate that try to ruin their own partners just to cover their asses.
I tried to look for all the justifications for this, and to calm down myself as I am quite angry about it, but I couldn’t find any one. I just know that I hope this person (or these people) try to realize that they are going to be teacher, and what kind of people would like to be, the kind of people who do their work with effort and responsibility despite of the little time they may have to do it, or those ones who will try to do whatever is possible to get what they want no matter if they ruin other people. C’mon guys, you’re gonna be future teachers, don’t you?. And please, do me a favour, just think about it. At least THINK of it.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Gut feelings
Has it ever happened to you to meet someone for the first time and at that exactly moment you feel you already know what the person is like?...well, this happens to me frequently and unfortunately, I was wrong in a few times. And I say unfortunately because when I have this sort of gut feeling I am predisposed to behave in a certain way with that person and not being just me. I am nobody to judge anyone or to say what is right or wrong, but I can`t help this sensation. I feel like I already know what is going to happen and I prefer avoiding some situations and let the things how they are.
I consider myself a good person but I know I have lot of defects which in some cases I try to correct them.
A few times I met people who I considered my friends, but then these people disappointed me by being cynical and dishonest. I`ve always been a direct person and whatever comes to my mind at a certain moment I say it without thinking, and perhaps that is why I seem to be unkind. But I prefer doing this rather than talking about people behind their backs. However, I think it is good giving opportunities and not being so defensive because I am not perfect and I know I make mistakes all the time and I`m sure I would like to have another chance if I do something wrong.
I consider myself a good person but I know I have lot of defects which in some cases I try to correct them.
A few times I met people who I considered my friends, but then these people disappointed me by being cynical and dishonest. I`ve always been a direct person and whatever comes to my mind at a certain moment I say it without thinking, and perhaps that is why I seem to be unkind. But I prefer doing this rather than talking about people behind their backs. However, I think it is good giving opportunities and not being so defensive because I am not perfect and I know I make mistakes all the time and I`m sure I would like to have another chance if I do something wrong.
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