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!
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