English class

Hi people, today's post is about our English class.

I've always like English, I mean, I love listening songs on that language, I love many series and movies in English also, but I remember that I'd never liked the English class on my school. I remember that they used to be so boring! That's way, when I first entered to this class I didn't have any good expectations. 

But, It wasn't like I thought. When I'm writing the blog I forget that I'm in class, cause I can listen to music, enter to Facebook and all that kid of things when I'm writing on my blog. Even though all the good experiences that I had in this class, I have to say that I feel that I haven't improve my English at all, expect the writing part of course (because with the blog I write a lot). I'll love to speak faster in English, to understand everything what the people of movies is talking about. Of course the thing I need is that I have to practice. I have to talk every time that I could, but I don't know why I don't do it! maybe I'm just lazy, or maybe is because I'll look nerd talking alone in English. I think that the best thing I can do is to help my boyfriend to write his songs (in English of course), and also to sing with him. Or maybe I could ask him or a friend to talk for a week, a month (I don't know) every time in English, I think that at the begging we'll be stressed but with a lot of practice I'll be talking a fluent English just like that.

It's almost vacations!... isn't it?

Every time that I think in all the things that I've done this year I wonder myself: am I tired? and of course the answer is yes! I've never been so tired doing works and tests,and also trying to fit them in my schedule, so I can have a moment to stay with my boyfriend, to go out, to play some music or maybe read a good book. The university makes me spend to much time on it, but, even though... I'm really happy with all this mess, I mean, with all the things to do, with the no sleeping time, it's funny I think. I remember that at the beginning of this year I used to count the hours in the university to go quickly to my home, but now, I discover that there're lots of things to do here, instead of studying.
This year I get an awesome job here in the university, it was about making a survey to the people of the circus, I went into the houses of the artists, I talk with them and also went up to a scenery.
Another thing that happened to me because of staying a little more time in the university, was my new cat. I met her in the outside of the university in the morning, now I can't live without her.
But, I have to say that there are plenty things that I didn't do. I need to learn how to play the guitar, I need to write a book, to go to a course of piano, and also, do some exercise. If I can achieve at least one of this goals at the end of the year, I would say that this year was in all his aspects awesome.

Money

Arggg I hate this money stuff... we're so dependent of it, I know I always complain about abstract problems but this time I have an specific one related to money.

I'll need to explain something first.

Since I know my boyfriend he has been telling me how much he loves music, and I always have admire him because of that. Even, he don't love just a specific kind of music, he loves the music on essence, he loves the sound and production of music. 

Also, he play a lot of instruments, such as the guitar, the bass, the drums, a little bit of keyboard, besides composing and writing songs.

But, since we had to choose a career (on fourth grade) he change his mind, and began to talk me about engineering. 

I never understand why he became to love that career to one moment to another, so I never believe the fact that he actually loves that career.

The time passed, now I'm studying anthropology and he reached "his dream" of studying engineering.

But in the middle of this year he began to tell me how boring his career was. And of course I told him that I knew it from the first time that that career was not for him. He was really sad because he told me that he chose engineering  just because of the money, and if he had decided to study something related to music he would  have probably got a good job.

Sometimes I think that if the money doesn't exist I will probably be studying a lot of funny stuff in my house, or outside, and I will probably be travelling around the world writing a lot of stuff in a book.

I hate money, because he make me so dependent of materialist stuff (like clothes, make up, and so on), I wish I could live with the same clothes, with the same decoration in my bedroom, and just earn money from necessary stuff (like eating).

I wish I could separate from the pretty objects that I have (earrings, creams), I wish all the people could stop idolizing money, and I wish my boyfriend could be happy just playing his music.

Environmentally friendly practices

Environmentally friendly practices are nowadays something that is present in all the people's minds. It's like a new kind of style, all the people are really proud of saying: "I recycle, I drive a bike to go to my work, etc."

And how can they not be proud of these habits if on TV, on radio and in all the media the message is always the same: "take care of the environment and you will be a better person" and

What can I say? I hate spots that the government make and show on TV all the time, for me it's really annoying these kind of spots.. but, I think that I've already described how I used to think years ago, now, I realize how important are these "all the time spots", they really change the way of thinking of people.

The thing is, that I think that most of them, instead of having these "green ideas", don't actually change their way of acting.

Most of the people still travel in their cars to work, even if they have to go just 2 blocks next to their houses (yes, I know some people that really do this).

Why haven't I tried this way of travelling to come to the university? Because if I do this thing I’ll probably arrive here 4 hours after I left my home. 

But I don't feel bad about it, because I always use the public transport, and according to my little knowledge of environmentally friendly practices, I'm not contributing to create more pollution at all.

I remember that when I was in second grade, in a project of my school we were supposed to create compost in a box called the "compostera", the job was really disgusting, because we had to look for garbage in the collectors of rubbish of our school, and in the end of all, the teacher ran away with our works and he didn't even give us a mark.

Even though, I learned to create compost, something that was really useful for me and my mom to plant new trees in my house.

I think that this has been all my work in contributing to change the planet, I have always dreamed that one day I will change all my attitude, when I have more time maybe I will join one of these groups that contribute to create consciousness on the people.

For now, I will be sadly one more of the people which I was talking about in the beggining of this text :c

"Yes, it's a Hobbit. The debate that has divided science is solved at last (sort of)"

The article tell a story about how an apparent discovery of a "Hobbit" in Indonesia has provoked a long-running debate among scientist: was the discover in fact a new race, or she was just one more of our specie, and just had some brain-shrinking disease?

Some researches made on 2003 have proof, throw the analysis of the Hobbit's bones, that these ones are quite different from their supposed "cousin" Neanderthal, nevertheless some other studies have proof the opposite.

The article say that the discovery takes his importance on the place which it was found, and the estimate extremely recent year whom has lived (13.000 years ago). 

The bones are one of the principal sources of "war" into the debate.

Some researchers said that the bones of the creature are not similar to ours or to the Neanderthals, for example: Dr. Tocheri said that you don't have to be an expert to notice that the bones are similar to what we know as chimps and gorillas nowadays, and of course it couldn't be something similar to modern humans.

Another evidence that support the theory of the two different species, is the morphology of the wrists, which tend to form very early in the development of a baby. Chris Stringer said that problems related to dwarfism tend to form after birth, so there will be quite impossible that this phenomenon will be a proof of dwarfism.

In the end of the article the author speak about all the stake that is in this discussion, that the scientist that support one or other theory will be completely wrong or completely right, but even though the author said that all the scientist have to remember that the purpose on science is to improve knowledge, even if this knowledge harm us or not.

http://www.theguardian.com/science/2007/sep/21/2

Music

I love listening to music, special in the big travels, but now that I think I actually don't have a favorite band or favorite song... I mean I use to have one, I remember when I was on first grade and my favorite song was Beware cougar by The academy is..., and this one used to be my favorite group also,here you can listen to the song:

I don't know, maybe the music isn't in the top of my passions right now but I do like a lot of bands and singers and maybe if you ask me to talk about some of them I will choose maybe 4 of them:

The first is the "Ases falsos", they're a Chilean group. I don't know a lot of deep things about they career, but I know that their old name was "fother muckers" and they change it because it was too difficult to remember and to write it and also (maybe this is the only reason, the other one maybe my friends just said it to me just for made laugh of me haha) because they were about to start a serious musical career, so they were suppose to start a new band (with a new name) with people really committed with the group, I'm not really sure but I think that this was the reason why they change their  lead guitarist.

 I love them because they always dress with the same clothes (haha) and also because of the kind of music that they made, I think that most of the songs actually don't say anything at all, but the voice and the instrumental of the accompanying it is so extremely good. 

I think that my favorite song of their last band was "Lobo mayor", I love the way Cristobal sing it and also the performance in the video by the guys (specially Simon)

And from the new band, I love "Fuerza especial" that talk about the men that control all the money and all the resources (here in Chile), and how they make the rest of the people fight between them because of the problems that they began.

And well.. the other 3 bands are really special for me. One of them is the strokes, they have a long.. story, but now, just one thing I can say about them it's that they put out a new album and I love each song of it. This band actually, I think it have a sentimental importance to me, because me and my boyfriend listening to it, and this band is something that we share as friends.

The other ones are a singer and a composer and I just want it to mention them because of the... power(?) that they have to help me write and draw, this two artists really inspire me and every time I need to write something I listen to them.

The singer is Eddie Vedder, I actually don't know all the details of his career, I know that he has now a band but I don't like it, the only album I love of this man (that he made it without his group) is the one that he recorded for the movie "Into the wild" and this song really make me feel the necessity of making a big travel:

And finally... the last artist is Fabrizio Paterlini and this song is like... I don't know! it's just special for me, that's all...

Happiness (Sponge Bob rainbow)

I know that all the people have a fear, some can be afraid of spiders, some other of darkness, mouses, reptiles, serial killers etc... the thing is that something that I've always hate about myself is my cold feet I know that you'll say that it's just a psychological problem that only with a good willpower you can get over it.
I remember, just like a nightmare, the day I started to be afraid of talking in public. I was on first grade, maybe around November, just one month before summer vacations!!, and something bad had to happen.
In my Spanish class my teacher had the brilliant idea of making a reading aloud test, and he decided to call one bye one all the people to go in front of the class and read, maybe two pages, of one book which name I can't remember.
I recall that every time the teacher picked a name I started to breath faster.
The time was passing and all my classmates were making a really good job, all of them were reading really good, they also used to laugh with my teacher if they committed a mistake, something that of course made me feel envious of them.
Then it was my turn, my best friend and I were both nervous, she wished me good luck, and I walked in front of the class, and in that moment I knew I wasn't ready for that. I went to the teacher table and asked him if I it was one possibility of making another kind of evaluation, he of course said no, but after I begged him a lot he let me read just one paragraph. My face was like a tomato, my hands were sweating, and just one of my legs was shivering like if it had an own life. In spite of that, I read really well, my classmates told me that they even knew that I was so nervous, and also, I think that no one was paying attention to the evaluation. Even tough, the shock of that new fear was horrible. I spent all my holidays thinking in all the presentations that were waiting for me when I came back to school.

And all my secondary school was like that, every time that I had to speak at loud, even in my own seat!, I started to shiver. All the semesters my fear was getting worse, first my hands sweating, then my red face, then the feeling of nausea, then the heights.

What was the name of that movie? mm the pursuit of happiness!, on that movie the protagonist said that you'll never know in what specific moment you will have happiness.
I was on third grade, in the end of the second semester, we were on break practicing our final presentation of Greece (my part of the speak was the literature of classic Greece) of course I was nervous but this time I was with the worse feeling of nausea ever.

It was the time of my group to go in front of the class and speak to my classmates and the teacher about our topic. I remember that I was squeezing the arm of one of my friends so hard that she was angry with me.
I looked at the teacher, and I speaked... perfect, I wasn't nervous at all, I remember that I was looking to my friends, to the teacher, to the windows, everything! It was to easy that my face recovered his color, and my hands were warm again. When it finished my turn of speaking, I looked at the teacher and he was smiling me.

At the end of the hour I asked my boyfriend about my presentation, he told me that I speak for about 5 minutes, maybe least.
Maybe, just were 5 minutes, the same 5 minutes which I almost died of panic on first grade, in just that 5 minutes I realized that I will never be afraid of showing what I know, and talking in public.