These last weeks I´ve been in a constant rush...final marks, progress cards, filling in forms and pedagogic reports. And...I´ve been ill. Nonetheless, I´m a mother. I found a picture that represents exactely my feeling from these last weeks..
I don´t know how you feel about it....but I think a bit crazier than a few weeks ago.... But then...I walk through the hallways and find beatiful smiles and waving hands...and I feel a bit less exhausted...Above all the things we teachers go through...."all hard work pays off in the end" =) XoXo
Ps: Spring is almost here....soon Summer Holidays too!!
Sorry...but I cannot help it...I´m a huge fan! After all these years (more than 20 from the frist time a red Harry Potter...) I still wait for my Hogwarts letter...I think they forgot to send me an owl.... I don´t know... Anyway...I will wait for it till the very end... I drive my students crazy about my Harry Potter love. I always tell them that once you get to know the first pages of the first book, you cannot stop reading it. They never believed me. But this year, one of students from 6th year (secondary) asked me if I could lend him my Harry Potter copy. I doubted...but you can never refuse sharing HP with anybody. So....I gave it to him. He LOVED it!! He couldn´t stop reading...in a week he returned it to me. He told me that he had bought the second book!!! I felt....extremely happy!! jiji So.... See you always, magical creatures!!
In this opportunity I´m posting a bit about First Language Acquisition!
First Language acquisition belongs to a field which has been investigated throughout recent years. There are penty of faculties which have tried to tackle the process by means of theories which involve social interaction, experience and stimulus-response as their main explanations. However, there is no theory which has succeded in proposing a precise way in which principles are acquired other than Chomsky´s. Mainly because to defeat his argument involves explaining how each and all the principles could have been acquired from experience of from other faculties. Here you can find a video that explains a bit more of Chomsky´s theory.
Hope you find it interesting and useful! See you later, alligator!
I met her when we were 9. Almost 20 years later, we´re still together. She lives far from where I live now. Nonetheless, when we have the chance to spend a day together, time seems not to have pass.
It is amazing how people can modify our lives!! I firmly believe that, even though we cannot see each other everyday, there´s something that keeps us united: love.
A friend is a the family you can choose. Is somebody that you know is going to be there for you no matter what. She´s been by my side at the distance. She knows exactly what´s going on in my life, the changes in my job, my career, my husband and daughter, everything. And in the same way I know everything about her.
Life has changed us physical and emotionally. But at the end..we´re still those little 9-year-old girls who loves chatting and playing, watching movies and eating home made pop-corn, little girls who loved to share.
In the most amazing moments we´ve been together....in the most awful ones too. Life gave us the opportunity to get to know each other...and luckily we took it!
Happy Birthday My Dearest Friend!!! You know I´ll be there for you (always), as you´re there for me too (always too).
Recently, I attended a workshop where I found old and very well known theory combined with a new approach.
There, I was able to get to knnow the Kagan Structures. I made my own research and put them into practice in some of my lessons. The result....fantastic!
As a conclusion I´m posting some of the structures that helped me in class.
Water means
cleaning. Therefore, rain is to clean. To clean our spirit, our thoughts, our
bodies and mind.
I used to
believe in rainy days as a way of relaxing, as a very nice and ideal day to
think, or to do nothing. I always found rainy days as the perfect days for
sharing moments in family, like an excuse to gather all around a table and talk
about everything we seem not to have enough time during the week, or the month,
or maybe the year.
But
suddenly, rainy days stopped being attractive to me anymore. One phone call
tears everything apart, crushing down your hopes and dreams, believes and
faiths.
Why is it
that the weather affects our lives so much? Is there a logical scientific fact
that may give prove of it?
Lately, we
had lots of rainy days. 10 days in a row with water all around. Colours have
changed, smells have changed, emotions have changed, I have changed. After
several days I found myself in a totally different place. I realized…or got to
the point…that rain is just that…rain. No matter how hard it can be…rain is
just rain.
But, though
now I have a new feeling about this huge amount of water falling from the sky,
I´m still wondering how on earth I´m going to survive these days…and all relies
on the simple fact that I´m at school…a school in which our little kiddoes are
not used to be quiet, kids who need to run…kids who are accustomed to park
life.
The only
answer I have in mind is…take a deep breath, choose the best movie for the long
break, and face the beautiful students I have with a super big smile.
Love,
Maqui
Ps: I´ll just drop a video a love...special for Rainy Days ;)
Trying to
find a good name or a topic for writing is not an easy task. So I started
wondering what to do with this space, when an anecdote with similar characteristics
crossed my mind.
Last year I
was supposed to deliver the graduation speech for my 6th graders
students. The funny thing is, they were my first students ever.I felt honored…and terrified! In front of my
kids I can do anything: speak, sing, dance, play, laugh…I´m kinda of a
clown…but with a mic…I´m a total disaster! I hate it… Nevertheless…I was asked
to write it, and read it.
It happens
to me that I love reading. So, I went back to the basics. I choose my favourite
books, and prepared my fabulous speech. I must admit that I almost cried but I
didn´t. After the speech, we watched a video, one I prepared with pictures when
they were in 2nd form, in 4th, in 6th…all the
years we spent together. It was a terrible yet adorable group. They drove me
crazy, but they taught me a lot… they helped me went through awful moments in
my life, though they never knew; me grew together and learned way too much
things (and not only content). They were my first group.
So, I left
them this poem. (just a part…not the entire book)
And again,
as that hot and wet Friday night last December, I found inspiration in my
beloved literature. And now, let´s pick up everything and prepare my stuff that
I have to face my now not so little and innocent first group!
