to come a time when not only do not know what day alive, which is not unusual for me, but I find the stuff that we will try when I get to class. This has its advantages: every day is a mysterious plot to discover, what they call here an "information gap" that has to generate interest, then motivation at the same time, the student and that to me instead demoralized me more than another thing. On the other hand has its drawbacks: I never wear the right stuff. I only take comfort in knowing that others do not arrive.
Yes, I'm overwhelmed, frankly, and above it seems that I'm not making many friends. Do the partners? No, not so bad, weird bugs like me, so I'm in my salsa. Daniel, funny, and I introduced him to the last entryand for now I will tell you just Bea. I have not found an epithet for her. What little I can say is it has a sickly and haggard face, a few days comes with the painted smile and some days the smile did not have any say. How about "Bea bipolar? Like, yeah. This that the narrator can create at will gives a sense of power ... Enough for today buddy, I have the perversion rate too high and then maybe be sorry.
What the joke is on what happened to me one day last week. Be not ignorant of the philosophy that surrounds the institution where I am exhausted and that may be the last hours of my youth.
Well, with such a philosophy of teaching-learning processrtos. The interests of students and teachers can come to collide head-on some peak times, but in our case it was as if a train derailed.
linguist - and showing that I do not mean pejorative-started the issue of relevance theory after cutting in a rather abrupt, and I would say even rude, to a partner. "The cause? the same: we blame Cronus and we were as hot dogs. Now you, future teachers LE, you have to learn how to sequence and organize well the class time it is key to achieving goals.
But the teacher is the authority in the classroom so that, by consensus, democratic, closed the interrogation, we keep the duded?
Man as he could out of the crossroads, as a good pragmatist, and demonstrating the "politeness theory" that had not bothered to put in place to tell one of the companions in our Question Time, I answered with polite excuses and politically correct. After the class, when I had almost forgotten whispers, gyrations, olé Seville told me. We almost give me two ears and tail. Look
that if I shouldered through the front door of the Institute for so embarrassing feat ... The next day move, which was another wet!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
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after having breakfast seemed to commit gluttony, and that's ugly.
We hit the road without major complications, three Asturian towards tierrines. Vero wanted to renew your wardrobe, Bibi had to pack the desktop, and I pick up half the clothes you do not know how could I forget do you?, And so embedded in its "classic" 205-man whose slogan was you at the end of the world - to return to Madrid on Sunday afternoon. Veronica
would not return the car with us, perhaps with some foreboding vision against the bottleneck. I guess something that would influence Bibi smoke, talk on the phone and eat a sandwich while driving. However, we laughed a lot with Vero, or at least me, when asked if theorta three cucumbers I think my co-master. We have come to Cervantes to compete and we know it, so the less sentimentality better.
As soon as you are handing out roles and now I can tell you about Daniel being funny. A burly guy who spent six years in the United States teaching English and has now decided to come to entertain the class with his jokes brought better or worse.
I'm beginning to rant more than necessary so I go to rest and invigorating morning after beating back to tell the new ones, if any if any Hayles.
We hit the road without major complications, three Asturian towards tierrines. Vero wanted to renew your wardrobe, Bibi had to pack the desktop, and I pick up half the clothes you do not know how could I forget do you?, And so embedded in its "classic" 205-man whose slogan was you at the end of the world - to return to Madrid on Sunday afternoon. Veronica
would not return the car with us, perhaps with some foreboding vision against the bottleneck. I guess something that would influence Bibi smoke, talk on the phone and eat a sandwich while driving. However, we laughed a lot with Vero, or at least me, when asked if theorta three cucumbers I think my co-master. We have come to Cervantes to compete and we know it, so the less sentimentality better.
As soon as you are handing out roles and now I can tell you about Daniel being funny. A burly guy who spent six years in the United States teaching English and has now decided to come to entertain the class with his jokes brought better or worse.
I'm beginning to rant more than necessary so I go to rest and invigorating morning after beating back to tell the new ones, if any if any Hayles.
Saturday, October 7, 2006
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If I focus and close my eyes I think I can reconstruct the exact moment I discovered the only true passion of my life. I was sixteen and played to read poetry. Cernuda told me there was a lot of myself in his verses, and it still gives me boasting discover, rereading The reality and desire, what little I've changed.
I have no philosophy, theory or defined life plan, on the contrary, everything seems as varied as the interest rate on a mortgage! But if there is something that I would put my hand on fire is for her. For her I enrolled in college, she have the most sleepless nights, catching his hand I traveled to wonderful places with her I cried, I suffered and I've enjoyed, through itseyes have seen the world and in the mirror I noticed my naked soul.
I always thought that the passion for life is the only thing that saves us from being cadaveric automatons, living dead, figures in the great theater of the world. This passion for life can focus in infinite forms, each with their own and I with my writing until the end of the day.
However, not all as wonderful as it may seem at first glance: one has a passion is one thing and want to do it your way of life is quite another. Some people have to give up the feelings and attest that it is hard, especially with a passion so strong corriéndote veins. Sometimes I think that instead of blood I have a letter.
When I think of that today, coTada
freedom .[...] [...] I'm not afraid of being alone, or be postponed to another or abandon what they have to leave, whatever. I'm not afraid to make a mistake, even a major error, a mistake of a lifetime, perhaps as long as eternity itself .[...]
I still have many doubts and fears, because I was born to doubt ( Descartes and I had made good friends). But the important thing is that I'm here and I've come to fight for a dream and would say Tito Livio:
- "When the situation is adverse and little hope, drastic determinations are safer."
Monday Cervantes go into the head high and go out with the mood on the floor, because I know, but surely q
I have no philosophy, theory or defined life plan, on the contrary, everything seems as varied as the interest rate on a mortgage! But if there is something that I would put my hand on fire is for her. For her I enrolled in college, she have the most sleepless nights, catching his hand I traveled to wonderful places with her I cried, I suffered and I've enjoyed, through itseyes have seen the world and in the mirror I noticed my naked soul.
I always thought that the passion for life is the only thing that saves us from being cadaveric automatons, living dead, figures in the great theater of the world. This passion for life can focus in infinite forms, each with their own and I with my writing until the end of the day.
However, not all as wonderful as it may seem at first glance: one has a passion is one thing and want to do it your way of life is quite another. Some people have to give up the feelings and attest that it is hard, especially with a passion so strong corriéndote veins. Sometimes I think that instead of blood I have a letter.
When I think of that today, coTada
freedom .[...] [...] I'm not afraid of being alone, or be postponed to another or abandon what they have to leave, whatever. I'm not afraid to make a mistake, even a major error, a mistake of a lifetime, perhaps as long as eternity itself .[...]
I still have many doubts and fears, because I was born to doubt ( Descartes and I had made good friends). But the important thing is that I'm here and I've come to fight for a dream and would say Tito Livio:
- "When the situation is adverse and little hope, drastic determinations are safer."
Monday Cervantes go into the head high and go out with the mood on the floor, because I know, but surely q
Friday, October 6, 2006
Worcester Bosch Reset Flashes The first days here.
The plans I had made have been disrupted from start to finish. I took the game from the outset as a kind of flight or as a rite of passage. So, I thought the best way to get the snake was as a metal and bet with all the luggage on the platform waiting Chamartin my brother, Afghan, and all his fellow squad if required, I selflessly help move kilos of clothes, books, cosmetics and other paraphernalia that seemed essential to the survival time in Madrid. Luckily
acted sanity and end use its "casual" visit to Asturias, I feel that rather than take me to Madrid to see my parents, saving me much needed these hairs make me smile. Thetruth is that for one reason or another, came in handy at least for the carriage of baggage, as it relates to the journey, rather than be time for reflection and inner contemplation became time the longed Caponata, that is, the return to childhood: Rodrigo left 5 years and suffering from "fluff" and right Pelayo two gum pain and suffering.
You know that I forgot I left the maternal instinct in the last visit to the gynecologist. However, I do not know if it was because the new state or because that day I was particularly participatory, but there I was, singing loudly Lola Worm, Pica Pica chick and successes of Miliky and clowns on TV. It would have been a document GRAPHico extraordinary pity not to take a camera from my modest luggage!
How was the arrival in Madrid? Sorry to disappoint, but my lack of practice to treat infants wearied me so that the faintness came over me somewhere in the mountains and I did not see the sign "Welcome to the Community of Madrid." I hope this is not a bad omen, just in case I promise to be more careful next time.
The first day here was spent as a hangover. If during the last days living with feet and head in Asturias in Madrid, on Monday, my mind seemed an electronic memory data processing: summer, friends, La Villa, people from college, I ended up blowing smoke and, yes I slept pull.
On Tuesday I went for the famous "transport passes, very famous and indispensable red card, which lets you travel all the places that are within the perimeter that you paid a fee. Then the first thing I did was try, no matter whether she was defective and was forced to file a timely claim. I took the subway, I got to the nearest interchange and Vicálvaro station I got on the train to Guadalajara. I used a time clock to make the journey from home to the door of the Institute, while in the employ future into something more productive to scrutinize with suspicion anyone who dared to approach more than half a meter of my bag. Once located
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acted sanity and end use its "casual" visit to Asturias, I feel that rather than take me to Madrid to see my parents, saving me much needed these hairs make me smile. Thetruth is that for one reason or another, came in handy at least for the carriage of baggage, as it relates to the journey, rather than be time for reflection and inner contemplation became time the longed Caponata, that is, the return to childhood: Rodrigo left 5 years and suffering from "fluff" and right Pelayo two gum pain and suffering.
You know that I forgot I left the maternal instinct in the last visit to the gynecologist. However, I do not know if it was because the new state or because that day I was particularly participatory, but there I was, singing loudly Lola Worm, Pica Pica chick and successes of Miliky and clowns on TV. It would have been a document GRAPHico extraordinary pity not to take a camera from my modest luggage!
How was the arrival in Madrid? Sorry to disappoint, but my lack of practice to treat infants wearied me so that the faintness came over me somewhere in the mountains and I did not see the sign "Welcome to the Community of Madrid." I hope this is not a bad omen, just in case I promise to be more careful next time.
The first day here was spent as a hangover. If during the last days living with feet and head in Asturias in Madrid, on Monday, my mind seemed an electronic memory data processing: summer, friends, La Villa, people from college, I ended up blowing smoke and, yes I slept pull.
On Tuesday I went for the famous "transport passes, very famous and indispensable red card, which lets you travel all the places that are within the perimeter that you paid a fee. Then the first thing I did was try, no matter whether she was defective and was forced to file a timely claim. I took the subway, I got to the nearest interchange and Vicálvaro station I got on the train to Guadalajara. I used a time clock to make the journey from home to the door of the Institute, while in the employ future into something more productive to scrutinize with suspicion anyone who dared to approach more than half a meter of my bag. Once located
Instituto Cervantes
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