The story of an hour

I read The story of an hour by Kate Chopin. This story talked about a woman named Mrs. Louise Mallard, who had heart troubles. Her sister and her husband's friend (Josephine and Richards) told her about her husband's death in a railroad accident. She felt bad and ran to her room alone. When she was there she thought about her whole life and what she went thru. She looked outside her window and saw herself different. She thougth about being sad, when she was with her husband. Now, that she was alone, without a husband, she felt free and happy. It was a different feeling,. She was waiting for that moment. Her sister went to her room to check if she was all right. Mrs. Mallard went out with her sister. Both decided to went downstairs and sat in the family room. Richards heard the front door opening. Mr. Mallard, the husband of Louise, apperead in the front door. He wasn't dead. He didn't took the railroad, so he didn't know about the accident. Mrs. Mallard fell down and they took her to the hospital. The doctor said that she died.

My flako's food

I love when my boyfriend cooks. He always makes new combinations. In Valentine's Day, he surprised me, because he made salmon in mango sauce and mashed potatoes with cream cheese and herbs. He likes to make new recipes, because he thinks that is great. In the whole three years that we've been together, all the kinds of food that he made taste really good. When he wants to cook I leave him to do what he wants. In one day, he made me shrimps with bacon, but not the usual one. It was something that you can't stop eating it. When we get married I will not have any problem with the kitchen, because I know that he's really good at it. I like to cook either, but he wins for a lot. I have to admit it he cooks better than me.

What is love?

February 11, 2010

What is love? This is a tricky questions. For many people, love means a great feeling and can be express in many ways. For others, it may be something bad, because of their experiences. But, when you ask me, what is love? it come fast to me, GOD. He's the first one that gave love and it's giving it to the entire world. If the people of the world don't have GOD in their heart, I don't know how they know about love.

Love is a word that have a lot of meanings depending in the situation in what you are or with who are you talking to. Firstable, you have to have GOD inside you to give love, and then you have to love yourself to also give love. If you don't accept yourself or love you the way you are, you can't give love to other, because you don't know what that really means. When you pass these two steps, you can start to love everyone in the world, including your enemy (that's the real meaning of love = everyone).

In my case, I love GOD more than anything in the whole world. I love myself a lot; I know that I have too many defects, but I can deal with them. Also, I love my boyfriend, who is my second heart. He reminds me some things that I always forgot. He is always there for me, no matter if I'm angry with him or viceversa. He really completes me in many ways. He is my number 1 1/2(one and a half), because my number one is God and he understands that (I love him for that). We are perfect for each other. We're going to get married the next year and I'm very excited and anxious. I also love my family. I have a great one. I have two sisters younger than me. I don't talk to them a lot in the week, because I'm in Cayey, but in weekend I try to be with them. I love my parents, because they are always there for me, and they support me in my decisions.

There are many ways of love, you just have to know which are you going to use.
LOVE IT

What I want to be...

February 2, 2010

Today is one of those days that you woke up and said: what I want to be in the future? Well, I decided one day that I wanted to be a teacher, but not a regular one, an excellent one. I took three classes of pedagogy and in one of them, the talked about the real meaning of being a teacher. I just simply love the way its sound. Being a teacher is like being a second mother. I imagine myself teaching, and I can't wait to begin.

I just wonder if I'm the only one that feel something like that. When I become a teacher, I will do a lot of activities to maintain the atention of my students. I want that my future students start to love our maternal language, to appreciate it, that includes: the literature, the poetry and the writing (essays, paragraph, compositions, etc.). I beginning to understand that if they don't like their maternal language, how the will like the other ones, like English?

I will try to make to convince or persuade my students that learning is fun. If they begin to enjoy learning new things, I will be having a blast of a class. I just exhort everybody that it's studying education to know that you'll have to born with that. Finally, I can't wait to be a teacher, and to tell everybody that I'm going to change the world inside of my future students.