Your experience learning English at University/A reflection

University has always been very different from school to me and this course isn’t an exception. At school, we had a lot of theory classes and some listening sections, not much talking. The teacher talked in English or “spanglish”, but there wasn’t an interaction between people of the classroom -like in University-. I didn’t learn the most part of the words I know of this language in that place, but it was useful to understand the basic vocabulary. Then I started to translate some of the songs of my favourite musical groups. When I analyze those translations now, I can notice I have improved, because of the mistakes I find there. In 2007, I won a scholarship to learn English for three months in “Wallstreet Institute” and I must say I hated it with great part of my heart, so I went to something like four sessions and I got to leave it. The thing was they had an innovative way of study English, a variation of listening sections: self-teaching. You had to listen to conversations between recorded people and then answer some questions to pass the units and there were talking sections with students and a teacher too, ok, well. But there was this annoying loud lady voice I had to listen with too tight earphones. I travelled a long way to get there and I didn’t want to leave the place with a strong headache. I wasted the opportunity to learn a bit more, I recognize it, but I wasn’t going to pay for the course after, so no problem. Comparing it to University, I like more this place, I don’t get great marks in the talking part, because in general and above all in another language I expressed better writing. I use to forget English words when I’m talking. Anyway, I like this class isn’t stressful as some other ones and I think it’s more enjoyable than that institute. I don’t like it’s far from the Medicine Faculty and I think it’s not the best English program, but it’s one of the bests where I’ve been.

Good vibes for you

She was always the most of men -and probably some women- type, clearly a beautiful girl. But not just that, also she had the best marks in her classes, a great personality and good friends. At an early age she noticed some strange mental force in herself, the kind that could relate her to another dimensions. She had the ability to see the aura, imagine past things some people lived or be medium in Ouija sessions, among other things. She used to see the aura of trees and described it like shiny white. She was scared of knowing what she didn’t ask for and her mind showed anyway. I had this rare feeling that everything around was or could be different when I was with her. I’m not a perceptive person in spirits matter, but I like to know about it very much. Séances changed the air; you noticed when it was starting, when it wasn’t a joke from anyone involved, and we knew it wasn’t a good energy every time, because of the indicator -something like a coin or a carved piece of wood- movement speed, for instance, it started to make fast circles around the center of the smooth glass where we fixed the letters and numbers. I think I’m losing the point here; I’m just trying to say that all situations were unusual around this young woman. I don’t know why her mother wasn’t frequently pleased with her. Obviously, she wasn’t perfect, but I feel her mom had a problem admitting her daughter qualities. It was common to see them quarreling. I think now she’s far from home surely things have varied. For several years, she has wanted her mother could live in a better place than the actual one, so she planned a way to earn a lot of money. She was so motivated with that idea and many more… I wonder why she’s so blue now. I’m asking you: why are you so blue?

Dancing in the moonlight

When I was beginning secondary school, Axé and Ragga rhythms were the bomb, I mean, what was most popular on radios and parties, at least the ones the students council of the institution gave. I remember I went a couple times to dance with my friends at that reunion place: the schoolyard and the gym. Well, some young dancers learned the moves to keep the wave, but some others didn’t -like me- and it was very funny to see everybody trying to do their best. One of my classmates almost only knew a single step, so he repeated it great part of the Axé songs. Another growing boy of my class was an expert in “perreo”, so we tried to be in a reasonable distance to leave him in harmony with his agitated nature. Actually, I liked music like nü metal and Marilyn Manson… not much like “Taphina” or “Papi chulo”, but it was a good time anyway. Music started to evolve and Reggaeton took control of discotheques. In a space full of sexual dance I found a shelter in alternative music and electronic sounds -I love it seems tragic-. My friends and I, usually got together in one of us house. I wasn’t interested in going out, because of the style of parties, but finally I accepted to go to a “heterosexual disco” -like I name the ones that use too much reggaeton; an excessive generalization, I know- and I didn’t feel totally comfortable with it but with my friends it was more pleasant. I think that kind of music isn’t too bad, leaving out the lyrics issue; I like the power of it, but not in the case of following the same beat half night or more. Just this year I tried in alternative discos and I feel it was really different. I didn’t even think I could want to go out and dance, but when I have time enough, strangely to my childhood thoughts and definitely without being the queen of the dance floor, I really enjoy doing it.