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One year has gone by since Michael Jackson died...and I can still say that I loved his music. At one point in my life I wanted to marry him... and yes, I am full aware of all his personal stuff.. but you just gotta love the artist.
This is probably my favorite song of his. Smooth Criminal... and even if Alien Ant Farm did a cover, it wasn't as good as the original one. This clip is from the movie This is It... yes, I did go to the movie theatre to see it... I actually went with my father and we got tickets to see it at the IMAX movie theatre in Juarez. It was full of people, all of us singing and cheering as if we were in a real concert. At the end of the movie, we clapped, wooooed and whistled. Go MJ!
One year.... man! Time flies....
One Year has Gone By....
One year has gone by since Michael Jackson died...and I can still say that I loved his music. At one point in my life I wanted to marry him... and yes, I am full aware of all his personal stuff.. but you just gotta love the artist.
This is probably my favorite song of his. Smooth Criminal... and even if Alien Ant Farm did a cover, it wasn't as good as the original one. This clip is from the movie This is It... yes, I did go to the movie theatre to see it... I actually went with my father and we got tickets to see it at the IMAX movie theatre in Juarez. It was full of people, all of us singing and cheering as if we were in a real concert. At the end of the movie, we clapped, wooooed and whistled. Go MJ!
One year.... man! Time flies....
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Cae la lluvia por la ciudad y parece que cayera para alejar las penas, alejar los comentarios y alejar las malas influencias de la gente. Cae la lluvia y la gente corre para que no se moje, salta para evitar los charcos, se asombra al ver el cielo nublado de una ciudad que ya no sabe que hacer para entretenerse.
No somos de los que nos gusta ver llover últimamente. Como que nos agarra la depre y preferimos estar dentro de la casa, viendo televisión y comiendo tortillas de harina con cafe. Ya no nos gusta ir a mojarnos en el agua que cae del cielo porque dios sabe que eso ya no es agua -- es una extraña combinación de aceite, acido y cuanta madre se nos ha ocurrido aventar al ambiente.
Hoy es un dia lluvioso y me ha dado por pensar en los muchos ayeres que cargo en la mochilita del bagage psicológico esa que todo el mundo carga y que nadie habla de ella. Tantas cosas que me gustaría descargar pero que luego me da remordimiento de conciencia hacerlo. Y eso de seleccionar lo que carga una no esta en la lista de posibilidades, porque una no puede seleccionar sus ayeres, asi como no podemos seleccionar nuestros mañanas. Que hacemos, entonces, si no es que recordamos y nos reimos de lo que creíamos seria "el fin del mundo"? Que hacemos, si no es recordar a las personas y pedirles disculpas por las situaciones que nos hicieron enfrentarnos y despedirnos? Que hacemos, si no es recordar viejos amores y preguntarnos la clásica, "que hubiera pasado si..."?
Mi madre se pone nostálgica igual que yo cuando llueve asi... Se le ocurre decirme que este clima le recuerda a su natal Londres y yo me pongo a imaginarme que tal vez su alma recuerde lo que no quiere contarme. Me inspiro entonces a escribir este cuento.
The Voice of Summer
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that it was in the middle of July, but it wasn't. It was June. It must of been a blessed day because the clouds covered the sky and for the first time in a long time, rain was threatening to fall upon us. And I could see you --- standing on the edge of the street and leaning against the hood of my car, your curly, blonde hair brushing against the wind. It must of been something in the air that took you back to the yesteryears of your youth, and as I stood on the doorframe, I wondered who did you see, whose voice were you listening to, which memory came to you first. I didn't want to disturb that.
Yet, you opened your eyes, turned to me, and smiled as you turned back to the wind, your eyes closed once again.
"Come and smell the sea breeze," you said.
The sea. Oh, mom! You left your heart and soul in the sea, I thought to myself as I opened the car's door and placed my school bag inside.
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that the sea breeze was blowing through our hair that afternoon. But the truth is that we live in the middle of the desert... and the closest thing to the sea is the painting that hangs on my mom's bedroom wall.
Jueves.... Dia Lluvioso
Cae la lluvia por la ciudad y parece que cayera para alejar las penas, alejar los comentarios y alejar las malas influencias de la gente. Cae la lluvia y la gente corre para que no se moje, salta para evitar los charcos, se asombra al ver el cielo nublado de una ciudad que ya no sabe que hacer para entretenerse.
No somos de los que nos gusta ver llover últimamente. Como que nos agarra la depre y preferimos estar dentro de la casa, viendo televisión y comiendo tortillas de harina con cafe. Ya no nos gusta ir a mojarnos en el agua que cae del cielo porque dios sabe que eso ya no es agua -- es una extraña combinación de aceite, acido y cuanta madre se nos ha ocurrido aventar al ambiente.
Hoy es un dia lluvioso y me ha dado por pensar en los muchos ayeres que cargo en la mochilita del bagage psicológico esa que todo el mundo carga y que nadie habla de ella. Tantas cosas que me gustaría descargar pero que luego me da remordimiento de conciencia hacerlo. Y eso de seleccionar lo que carga una no esta en la lista de posibilidades, porque una no puede seleccionar sus ayeres, asi como no podemos seleccionar nuestros mañanas. Que hacemos, entonces, si no es que recordamos y nos reimos de lo que creíamos seria "el fin del mundo"? Que hacemos, si no es recordar a las personas y pedirles disculpas por las situaciones que nos hicieron enfrentarnos y despedirnos? Que hacemos, si no es recordar viejos amores y preguntarnos la clásica, "que hubiera pasado si..."?
Mi madre se pone nostálgica igual que yo cuando llueve asi... Se le ocurre decirme que este clima le recuerda a su natal Londres y yo me pongo a imaginarme que tal vez su alma recuerde lo que no quiere contarme. Me inspiro entonces a escribir este cuento.
The Voice of Summer
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you
Will still be strong after the boys of
Summer have gone
- Don Henley
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that it was in the middle of July, but it wasn't. It was June. It must of been a blessed day because the clouds covered the sky and for the first time in a long time, rain was threatening to fall upon us. And I could see you --- standing on the edge of the street and leaning against the hood of my car, your curly, blonde hair brushing against the wind. It must of been something in the air that took you back to the yesteryears of your youth, and as I stood on the doorframe, I wondered who did you see, whose voice were you listening to, which memory came to you first. I didn't want to disturb that.
Yet, you opened your eyes, turned to me, and smiled as you turned back to the wind, your eyes closed once again.
"Come and smell the sea breeze," you said.
The sea. Oh, mom! You left your heart and soul in the sea, I thought to myself as I opened the car's door and placed my school bag inside.
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that the sea breeze was blowing through our hair that afternoon. But the truth is that we live in the middle of the desert... and the closest thing to the sea is the painting that hangs on my mom's bedroom wall.
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Cae la lluvia por la ciudad y parece que cayera para alejar las penas, alejar los comentarios y alejar las malas influencias de la gente. Cae la lluvia y la gente corre para que no se moje, salta para evitar los charcos, se asombra al ver el cielo nublado de una ciudad que ya no sabe que hacer para entretenerse.
No somos de los que nos gusta ver llover últimamente. Como que nos agarra la depre y preferimos estar dentro de la casa, viendo televisión y comiendo tortillas de harina con cafe. Ya no nos gusta ir a mojarnos en el agua que cae del cielo porque dios sabe que eso ya no es agua -- es una extraña combinación de aceite, acido y cuanta madre se nos ha ocurrido aventar al ambiente.
Hoy es un dia lluvioso y me ha dado por pensar en los muchos ayeres que cargo en la mochilita del bagage psicológico esa que todo el mundo carga y que nadie habla de ella. Tantas cosas que me gustaría descargar pero que luego me da remordimiento de conciencia hacerlo. Y eso de seleccionar lo que carga una no esta en la lista de posibilidades, porque una no puede seleccionar sus ayeres, asi como no podemos seleccionar nuestros mañanas. Que hacemos, entonces, si no es que recordamos y nos reimos de lo que creíamos seria "el fin del mundo"? Que hacemos, si no es recordar a las personas y pedirles disculpas por las situaciones que nos hicieron enfrentarnos y despedirnos? Que hacemos, si no es recordar viejos amores y preguntarnos la clásica, "que hubiera pasado si..."?
Mi madre se pone nostálgica igual que yo cuando llueve asi... Se le ocurre decirme que este clima le recuerda a su natal Londres y yo me pongo a imaginarme que tal vez su alma recuerde lo que no quiere contarme. Me inspiro entonces a escribir este cuento.
The Voice of Summer
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that it was in the middle of July, but it wasn't. It was June. It must of been a blessed day because the clouds covered the sky and for the first time in a long time, rain was threatening to fall upon us. And I could see you --- standing on the edge of the street and leaning against the hood of my car, your curly, blonde hair brushing against the wind. It must of been something in the air that took you back to the yesteryears of your youth, and as I stood on the doorframe, I wondered who did you see, whose voice were you listening to, which memory came to you first. I didn't want to disturb that.
Yet, you opened your eyes, turned to me, and smiled as you turned back to the wind, your eyes closed once again.
"Come and smell the sea breeze," you said.
The sea. Oh, mom! You left your heart and soul in the sea, I thought to myself as I opened the car's door and placed my school bag inside.
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that the sea breeze was blowing through our hair that afternoon. But the truth is that we live in the middle of the desert... and the closest thing to the sea is the painting that hangs on my mom's bedroom wall.
Jueves.... Dia Lluvioso
Cae la lluvia por la ciudad y parece que cayera para alejar las penas, alejar los comentarios y alejar las malas influencias de la gente. Cae la lluvia y la gente corre para que no se moje, salta para evitar los charcos, se asombra al ver el cielo nublado de una ciudad que ya no sabe que hacer para entretenerse.
No somos de los que nos gusta ver llover últimamente. Como que nos agarra la depre y preferimos estar dentro de la casa, viendo televisión y comiendo tortillas de harina con cafe. Ya no nos gusta ir a mojarnos en el agua que cae del cielo porque dios sabe que eso ya no es agua -- es una extraña combinación de aceite, acido y cuanta madre se nos ha ocurrido aventar al ambiente.
Hoy es un dia lluvioso y me ha dado por pensar en los muchos ayeres que cargo en la mochilita del bagage psicológico esa que todo el mundo carga y que nadie habla de ella. Tantas cosas que me gustaría descargar pero que luego me da remordimiento de conciencia hacerlo. Y eso de seleccionar lo que carga una no esta en la lista de posibilidades, porque una no puede seleccionar sus ayeres, asi como no podemos seleccionar nuestros mañanas. Que hacemos, entonces, si no es que recordamos y nos reimos de lo que creíamos seria "el fin del mundo"? Que hacemos, si no es recordar a las personas y pedirles disculpas por las situaciones que nos hicieron enfrentarnos y despedirnos? Que hacemos, si no es recordar viejos amores y preguntarnos la clásica, "que hubiera pasado si..."?
Mi madre se pone nostálgica igual que yo cuando llueve asi... Se le ocurre decirme que este clima le recuerda a su natal Londres y yo me pongo a imaginarme que tal vez su alma recuerde lo que no quiere contarme. Me inspiro entonces a escribir este cuento.
The Voice of Summer
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you
Will still be strong after the boys of
Summer have gone
- Don Henley
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that it was in the middle of July, but it wasn't. It was June. It must of been a blessed day because the clouds covered the sky and for the first time in a long time, rain was threatening to fall upon us. And I could see you --- standing on the edge of the street and leaning against the hood of my car, your curly, blonde hair brushing against the wind. It must of been something in the air that took you back to the yesteryears of your youth, and as I stood on the doorframe, I wondered who did you see, whose voice were you listening to, which memory came to you first. I didn't want to disturb that.
Yet, you opened your eyes, turned to me, and smiled as you turned back to the wind, your eyes closed once again.
"Come and smell the sea breeze," you said.
The sea. Oh, mom! You left your heart and soul in the sea, I thought to myself as I opened the car's door and placed my school bag inside.
It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that the sea breeze was blowing through our hair that afternoon. But the truth is that we live in the middle of the desert... and the closest thing to the sea is the painting that hangs on my mom's bedroom wall.
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Piden a artistas culturales locales que no se "escondan"
Autoridades culturales quieren contactarlos
La Dirección General de Educación y Cultura trabaja desde diciembre en la conformación de un censo de artistas locales de todas las disciplinas, con objeto de incluirlos en las actividades de la dependencia que se realizarán en el presente año en la ciudad.
Existe en la localidad una gran cantidad de pintores, poetas, actores y gente dedicada a todas las áreas del quehacer cultural y artístico que es necesario dar a conocer a través de su participación en las actividades municipales de ese ramo, en donde se pretende se involucren a cambio de un pago decoroso, indicó José Manuel Mascareñas, director de Educación y Cultura del Municipio de Juárez.
“Cuando llegas a una oficina y no encuentras mucha información, hay que buscarla. Este es un censo de artistas de todo género, teatristas, bailarines, poetas, pintores, novelistas, con pintores urbanos, todos”, expresó.
“Lo que pretendemos es hablar con todo mundo. Queremos saber “Quiénes Son y Dónde Están” (que es) como se llama esta campaña que estamos haciendo a través de prensa escrita en donde en cuartos de plana los estamos convocando a que nos den sus datos”, explicó.
Dijo que el motivo de ese censo es para incluir a esos artistas en los proyectos que Educación y Cultura tiene para este año y que para ellos desde el mes de diciembre son publicadas las convocatorias en medios escritos de la localidad.
“Esos planes implican llevar a los diferentes sectores de la ciudad una diversidad de expresiones culturales y artísticas, y ¿con quiénes nos vamos a ayudar si no es con los artistas locales?”, señaló.
“El 85, 90 por ciento de los artistas de los que vamos a disponer para llevar a cabo este programa son artistas locales… entonces, si no los conocemos, si no sabemos en dónde están ni dónde contactarlos, difícilmente podemos incluirlos”, dijo.
Lo anterior comentó obedece a que siempre ha habido un reclamo por parte del sector cultural y artístico de que no se les toma en cuenta para los proyectos propios de la Dirección de Educación y Cultura.
Piden a artistas culturales locales que no se "escondan"
Piden a artistas culturales locales que no se "escondan"
Autoridades culturales quieren contactarlos
La Dirección General de Educación y Cultura trabaja desde diciembre en la conformación de un censo de artistas locales de todas las disciplinas, con objeto de incluirlos en las actividades de la dependencia que se realizarán en el presente año en la ciudad.
Existe en la localidad una gran cantidad de pintores, poetas, actores y gente dedicada a todas las áreas del quehacer cultural y artístico que es necesario dar a conocer a través de su participación en las actividades municipales de ese ramo, en donde se pretende se involucren a cambio de un pago decoroso, indicó José Manuel Mascareñas, director de Educación y Cultura del Municipio de Juárez.
“Cuando llegas a una oficina y no encuentras mucha información, hay que buscarla. Este es un censo de artistas de todo género, teatristas, bailarines, poetas, pintores, novelistas, con pintores urbanos, todos”, expresó.
“Lo que pretendemos es hablar con todo mundo. Queremos saber “Quiénes Son y Dónde Están” (que es) como se llama esta campaña que estamos haciendo a través de prensa escrita en donde en cuartos de plana los estamos convocando a que nos den sus datos”, explicó.
Dijo que el motivo de ese censo es para incluir a esos artistas en los proyectos que Educación y Cultura tiene para este año y que para ellos desde el mes de diciembre son publicadas las convocatorias en medios escritos de la localidad.
“Esos planes implican llevar a los diferentes sectores de la ciudad una diversidad de expresiones culturales y artísticas, y ¿con quiénes nos vamos a ayudar si no es con los artistas locales?”, señaló.
“El 85, 90 por ciento de los artistas de los que vamos a disponer para llevar a cabo este programa son artistas locales… entonces, si no los conocemos, si no sabemos en dónde están ni dónde contactarlos, difícilmente podemos incluirlos”, dijo.
Lo anterior comentó obedece a que siempre ha habido un reclamo por parte del sector cultural y artístico de que no se les toma en cuenta para los proyectos propios de la Dirección de Educación y Cultura.
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Today is Thursday and as it might have it, there is no class today. Tomorrow, my "non-existent" English VIII class will have their final exam.
Yes, "non-existent"
Turns out that the deal they struck with the Dean @ school is non-valid by URN standards. In other words, if they find out in Chihuahua what they did, we would be in a messy pickle. I did not authorize it, tho. This is all my boss man's circus. What happened is that two students flunked (with a capital F) English 7. But if they waited 1 semester to take the class (sorry -- retake the class), they would be held back 1 year. They graduate next December. So, for them they made the exception that they could take the subject and catch up in one semester. Good for them, good for me (because I got paid an extra class, hence I have work). But now turns out that it's a whole mess because I cannot capture their classmate's grades until they either fail or pass the class (this class) so that I can capture their grades as if they took the class along with the rest. So, to the system, they never failed the class...
o____O
yeah, I have a "whaaaaaaa???" face too. Particularly when I had to redo the lists so that this could be possible.
ISO-9000 my ass.....
(sigh!)
In other parts (not so complicated) I have new art in DeviantART. Check it out.
Once in a While by ~Yuvia on deviantART
The Promise by ~Yuvia on deviantART
Amores Ocultos by ~Yuvia on deviantART
They Too Will Fall by ~Yuvia on deviantART
... (add title here) (part 2)
Today is Thursday and as it might have it, there is no class today. Tomorrow, my "non-existent" English VIII class will have their final exam.
Yes, "non-existent"
Turns out that the deal they struck with the Dean @ school is non-valid by URN standards. In other words, if they find out in Chihuahua what they did, we would be in a messy pickle. I did not authorize it, tho. This is all my boss man's circus. What happened is that two students flunked (with a capital F) English 7. But if they waited 1 semester to take the class (sorry -- retake the class), they would be held back 1 year. They graduate next December. So, for them they made the exception that they could take the subject and catch up in one semester. Good for them, good for me (because I got paid an extra class, hence I have work). But now turns out that it's a whole mess because I cannot capture their classmate's grades until they either fail or pass the class (this class) so that I can capture their grades as if they took the class along with the rest. So, to the system, they never failed the class...
o____O
yeah, I have a "whaaaaaaa???" face too. Particularly when I had to redo the lists so that this could be possible.
ISO-9000 my ass.....
(sigh!)
In other parts (not so complicated) I have new art in DeviantART. Check it out.
Once in a While by ~Yuvia on deviantART
The Promise by ~Yuvia on deviantART
Amores Ocultos by ~Yuvia on deviantART
They Too Will Fall by ~Yuvia on deviantART
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Winds up to 31 mph are brushing through the city... as it always does when the Lent season is upon us. It's no surprise that a very common Mexican saying is "Me hace lo que el viento a Juarez" (It affects me like wind does Juarez).
First of all, TKT has to be postponed. The delay fee was DENIED DENIED DENIED! So, now we're gonna do the exam on June 20th. Some of my teachers already know. But the others don't. Tomorrow I shall have a meeting with Mr Lombardi (I dunno why I keep calling My boss that) about what to do. I think that I'll talk to the teachers AFTER spring break (SHEAH BABY!! OUR SPRING BREAK IS IN ONE WEEK!!! WOO-HOO!!! AND WE GOT PAID FOR IT THIS TIME!!! SHEAAAAH!!! COM'ON GIRLS! WE'RE GONNA GO OUT AND WIGGLE ON PANDA'S GONE WILD VIDEO!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!!) ... Yes, I think that's the most civilized way to go with this.
Yesterday evening, the school was left with no internet service because they were fixing the phone line. But that's not even the highlight of the day. Angie wanted to see me... and tell me about her work at the Master's. She's doing this presentation with vaginas. Yep... and then she showed me one that's very cool and that was done in the Brooklyn Museum by Elizabeth A. Sackler, The Dinner Party It's awesome. It has all these vaginas done in porcelain and they are the "serving", right? But all of them represent a famous or influential (I rather say) female in history. Check it out, it's rather cool.
Tomorrow is day 2 in my MA. I am such a nerd! I have done homework and done some plus-side research on the topics of tomorrow's class AND have pasted it on my notebook. Ha ha ha! I just need the Star Wars T-shirt with nacho cheese stains on it, the awesome skills in video games, and the crooked glasses. This reminds me that I need glasses; my old pair got destroyed in the name of art (I disguised myself as John Lennon for an Art class... and students had to ask questions about my life as an artist. It was rather interesting, I never knew John Lennon could be so Mexa).
Aunt Nina is coming next Sunday. So, expect bitter, sleep-deprived entries for about two to three weeks. I don't know why she's coming. She just left! Why, God! WHYYY? MENDOZA!!!!
... wonder if "killed by panda who thought she was bamboo" is a good defense for a trial?
Windy City? Chicago? Pshah!! Nothing Compares to JUAREZ!!!
Winds up to 31 mph are brushing through the city... as it always does when the Lent season is upon us. It's no surprise that a very common Mexican saying is "Me hace lo que el viento a Juarez" (It affects me like wind does Juarez). First of all, TKT has to be postponed. The delay fee was DENIED DENIED DENIED! So, now we're gonna do the exam on June 20th. Some of my teachers already know. But the others don't. Tomorrow I shall have a meeting with Mr Lombardi (I dunno why I keep calling My boss that) about what to do. I think that I'll talk to the teachers AFTER spring break (SHEAH BABY!! OUR SPRING BREAK IS IN ONE WEEK!!! WOO-HOO!!! AND WE GOT PAID FOR IT THIS TIME!!! SHEAAAAH!!! COM'ON GIRLS! WE'RE GONNA GO OUT AND WIGGLE ON PANDA'S GONE WILD VIDEO!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!!) ... Yes, I think that's the most civilized way to go with this.
Yesterday evening, the school was left with no internet service because they were fixing the phone line. But that's not even the highlight of the day. Angie wanted to see me... and tell me about her work at the Master's. She's doing this presentation with vaginas. Yep... and then she showed me one that's very cool and that was done in the Brooklyn Museum by Elizabeth A. Sackler, The Dinner Party It's awesome. It has all these vaginas done in porcelain and they are the "serving", right? But all of them represent a famous or influential (I rather say) female in history. Check it out, it's rather cool.
Tomorrow is day 2 in my MA. I am such a nerd! I have done homework and done some plus-side research on the topics of tomorrow's class AND have pasted it on my notebook. Ha ha ha! I just need the Star Wars T-shirt with nacho cheese stains on it, the awesome skills in video games, and the crooked glasses. This reminds me that I need glasses; my old pair got destroyed in the name of art (I disguised myself as John Lennon for an Art class... and students had to ask questions about my life as an artist. It was rather interesting, I never knew John Lennon could be so Mexa).
Aunt Nina is coming next Sunday. So, expect bitter, sleep-deprived entries for about two to three weeks. I don't know why she's coming. She just left! Why, God! WHYYY? MENDOZA!!!!
... wonder if "killed by panda who thought she was bamboo" is a good defense for a trial?
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This image is --- by far... the creepiest one I've done. Judge for yourself.
(Options for photo, canvas, mugs, magnets, cards, and puzzles at yuvia.deviantart.com)
(NOW in SPANGLISH!!!)
JUNTA 29 DE MARZO DEL 2009
WHY OH WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY????!!!!!
HE STINKS...
REALLY
FOR CHIZEL
1. ENCUESTA DE PLANEACION URBANA - IMIP
2. COMO TRABAJAREMOS EL PROXIMO SEMESTRE?
----- USO DE PIZARRONES ELECTRONICOS
---- EVALUACIONES
--- CONTENIDO PROGRAMATICO DE LAS MATERIAS
*TETRAMESTRES
LOS ALUMNOS QUE ENTRARON CON SEMESTRE, TERMINAN LA CARRERA SEMESTRAL (DE SEGUNDO A OCTAVO); LOS DE PRIMERO SON LOS UNICOS QUE TIENEN LA OPORTUNIDAD DE CAMBIARSE A PLAN TETRAMESTRAL.
INICIAN EN EL 2009, TERMINAN EN EL 2012. EL SISTEMA IMPLICA LLEVAR TRES TETRAS EN UN SOLO YEAR. INICIAN EN AGOSTO (SEPT, OCT Y NOV -- TERMINAN EN LA SEGUNDA O TERCERA SEMANA DE DICIEMBRE); TERMINAN EN MAYO DEL 2012
TETRAS -- 15 SEMANAS DE CLASE
DAR LOS MISMOS CONTENIDOS PROGRAMATICOS PARA LOS PLANES TETRAS QUE SE DAN EN SEMESTRE Y SEGUIR CON LA MESMA CALIDAS... WHAAAAAAAT????!!!! IS HE CRAZY?!!
--- NO HAY VACACIONES..... @.@ ES COMO TENER LAS 24 HORAS EN LOS CURSOS CENEVAL HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
DESAPARECEN LOS SEMESTRES... KIND OF LIKE THE DINOSAURS... WITHOUT THE FLASHY METEOR THINGIE... O THOUGH... (NOTE TO SELF: THROW SOMEONE OFF THE ROOF THE DAY THAT IT'S THE LAST SEMESTER... THEN I CAN SCREAM "METEOR!!! RUN!!!!" ... HAS TO BE SOMEONE CHUNKY... LIKE KIKE.. OR EDER... NEED TO MAKE SPLASH SO IT CAN BE FLASHY.... IF I THROW SMELLY CAT NOT ONLY IT WILL BE FLASHY... IT WILL BE STINKY TOOO....MMMMMMM INTERESTING... HECK! I WOULD BECOME A HERO! IT WOULD BE AS IF I WAS DOING HUMAN KIND A FAVOR!!! PARADES WILL BE MADE!)
----------------- ACADEMIAS ------------------------
JUNTARSE EN GRUPO...
LA REFORMA BASE FUE PRESENTADA AL VICERRECTOR Y FUE BIEN ACEPTADA. BASICALLY CAUSE THE VICERRECTOR DID NOT HAVE A CLUE ABOUT DIDDLY.
PARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPRAPRPAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARA
BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREBORED.... WHERE'S THE POOOORN???!! I WAS PROMISED POOOORN!!!! (INSERT RETORCIDO AQUI)
...... LAUGH MONKEY! LAAAAAUGH!!!!
... I SHOULD BE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE INFO.... I DON'T WANNA... AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME...
CLICCKYTY CLICK!
OOOOHHH LOONEY TEACHER IS HERE! ... LET'S BURN HIM! BUUURN!!!!
NO VACATIONS??!!! (GRABBING TORCH AND PITCH FORK)
DO IHAVE TO BE HERE IN THE AFTERNOON??????
SMELLY CAT! SMELLY CAT! WHY OH WHY DO YOU SMEEEL?! SMELLY CAT, SMELLY CAT... WHY ARE YOU HERE IN A CLOSED ROOM????
MMM I'LL PAY ATTENTION IN THE AFTERNOON...
Y LOS PSICOLOGOS? LOS PSICOLOGOS NO CUENTAN, DWEEEB!!!! (INSERT WEDGIE HERE)
Y LUEGO NOS VAN A PONDER UN RECADITO EN LA DIRECCION QUE DICE "LA DIRECCION YA NO LES VA A DAR DISPOSITIVOS PARA EL PIZARRON... SO EITHER STOP ASKING OR STEAL THE ONE THAT CORAL HAS ON HER DESK"... I WILL GO WITH CORAL'S ONE.
WEEELLL... NOT SO COOL AND SMART NOW, ARE YOU??? --- IT'S TOO MUCH HASSLE, IF I CAN USE THE COMPUTER WITH A REMOTE CONTROL, IT'S THE SAME DEAL WITHOUT ALL THE BLUE TOOTH SHEET.
SEAN PRACTICOS --- 'XCEPT WITH THE GREMLINS. THEIR BRAINS ARE NOT MADE FOR PRACTICE.
The creepy doll
This image is --- by far... the creepiest one I've done. Judge for yourself.
(Options for photo, canvas, mugs, magnets, cards, and puzzles at yuvia.deviantart.com)
NOTES FOR TODAY'S TEACHER MEETING!!!
(NOW in SPANGLISH!!!)
JUNTA 29 DE MARZO DEL 2009
WHY OH WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY????!!!!!
HE STINKS...
REALLY
FOR CHIZEL
1. ENCUESTA DE PLANEACION URBANA - IMIP
2. COMO TRABAJAREMOS EL PROXIMO SEMESTRE?
----- USO DE PIZARRONES ELECTRONICOS
---- EVALUACIONES
--- CONTENIDO PROGRAMATICO DE LAS MATERIAS
*TETRAMESTRES
LOS ALUMNOS QUE ENTRARON CON SEMESTRE, TERMINAN LA CARRERA SEMESTRAL (DE SEGUNDO A OCTAVO); LOS DE PRIMERO SON LOS UNICOS QUE TIENEN LA OPORTUNIDAD DE CAMBIARSE A PLAN TETRAMESTRAL.
INICIAN EN EL 2009, TERMINAN EN EL 2012. EL SISTEMA IMPLICA LLEVAR TRES TETRAS EN UN SOLO YEAR. INICIAN EN AGOSTO (SEPT, OCT Y NOV -- TERMINAN EN LA SEGUNDA O TERCERA SEMANA DE DICIEMBRE); TERMINAN EN MAYO DEL 2012
TETRAS -- 15 SEMANAS DE CLASE
DAR LOS MISMOS CONTENIDOS PROGRAMATICOS PARA LOS PLANES TETRAS QUE SE DAN EN SEMESTRE Y SEGUIR CON LA MESMA CALIDAS... WHAAAAAAAT????!!!! IS HE CRAZY?!!
--- NO HAY VACACIONES..... @.@ ES COMO TENER LAS 24 HORAS EN LOS CURSOS CENEVAL HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
DESAPARECEN LOS SEMESTRES... KIND OF LIKE THE DINOSAURS... WITHOUT THE FLASHY METEOR THINGIE... O THOUGH... (NOTE TO SELF: THROW SOMEONE OFF THE ROOF THE DAY THAT IT'S THE LAST SEMESTER... THEN I CAN SCREAM "METEOR!!! RUN!!!!" ... HAS TO BE SOMEONE CHUNKY... LIKE KIKE.. OR EDER... NEED TO MAKE SPLASH SO IT CAN BE FLASHY.... IF I THROW SMELLY CAT NOT ONLY IT WILL BE FLASHY... IT WILL BE STINKY TOOO....MMMMMMM INTERESTING... HECK! I WOULD BECOME A HERO! IT WOULD BE AS IF I WAS DOING HUMAN KIND A FAVOR!!! PARADES WILL BE MADE!)
----------------- ACADEMIAS ------------------------
JUNTARSE EN GRUPO...
LA REFORMA BASE FUE PRESENTADA AL VICERRECTOR Y FUE BIEN ACEPTADA. BASICALLY CAUSE THE VICERRECTOR DID NOT HAVE A CLUE ABOUT DIDDLY.
PARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPRAPRPAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARAPARA
BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREBORED.... WHERE'S THE POOOORN???!! I WAS PROMISED POOOORN!!!! (INSERT RETORCIDO AQUI)
...... LAUGH MONKEY! LAAAAAUGH!!!!
... I SHOULD BE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE INFO.... I DON'T WANNA... AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME...
CLICCKYTY CLICK!
OOOOHHH LOONEY TEACHER IS HERE! ... LET'S BURN HIM! BUUURN!!!!
NO VACATIONS??!!! (GRABBING TORCH AND PITCH FORK)
DO IHAVE TO BE HERE IN THE AFTERNOON??????
SMELLY CAT! SMELLY CAT! WHY OH WHY DO YOU SMEEEL?! SMELLY CAT, SMELLY CAT... WHY ARE YOU HERE IN A CLOSED ROOM????
MMM I'LL PAY ATTENTION IN THE AFTERNOON...
Y LOS PSICOLOGOS? LOS PSICOLOGOS NO CUENTAN, DWEEEB!!!! (INSERT WEDGIE HERE)
Y LUEGO NOS VAN A PONDER UN RECADITO EN LA DIRECCION QUE DICE "LA DIRECCION YA NO LES VA A DAR DISPOSITIVOS PARA EL PIZARRON... SO EITHER STOP ASKING OR STEAL THE ONE THAT CORAL HAS ON HER DESK"... I WILL GO WITH CORAL'S ONE.
WEEELLL... NOT SO COOL AND SMART NOW, ARE YOU??? --- IT'S TOO MUCH HASSLE, IF I CAN USE THE COMPUTER WITH A REMOTE CONTROL, IT'S THE SAME DEAL WITHOUT ALL THE BLUE TOOTH SHEET.
SEAN PRACTICOS --- 'XCEPT WITH THE GREMLINS. THEIR BRAINS ARE NOT MADE FOR PRACTICE.
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As you can see, Blogger is screwing with this panda's images. I've already posted a "Please help me" thingie on the thingie where you ask for help. I'll check it out later on.
Today was very difficult. The TKT is going to drive me crazy but I have faith that everything will work out for the better. We're down 25 000 pesos. That means that we are missing that amount to pay for the tests. Breathe in, breathe out.
Ok... If I had known that the promotions dept. of the University was going to get 16 000 pesos paid FOR DOING NOTHING... then I would have done the same thing. Who was the one who was calling people in the first place? Who pushed and pushed for the course to take place? To go door-to-door (or, rather school-to-school) promoting this thing? Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't promotions. They did a magnificent promotions deal with 5 posters... 5!! Do you know how many schools I visited to promote this thing?! 30! 5 posters... and they got 16 000 pesos for it (16 000 translates roughly as 1400 US moolah, which is still a lot). So, to move the brain wave twisting thingie... I have to contact Cambridge to get a late fee to pay for the tests a little later on. Then, I have to contact the International House people to tell them how much time I managed to BEG Cambridge for. Then, talk to teachers... My teachers paid a little less than the rest of the group, so I'll be asking for their cooperation. A lot of stuff to do in less than three days.
Time to blog? Yes... oh yes.
After toying with idea that maybe the google thingie has problems, and that maybe those problems derive from the fact that my school's internet support is saying that the address is filtering violation... then maybe that explains a lot. I have here a picture I have done and posted over at DeviantART (yuvia.deviantart.com) called "JUAREZ".
... I have to do these sorts of images... or else the coo-coo bananas in me starts going amok.
Sorry about the Images... BUT
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As you can see, Blogger is screwing with this panda's images. I've already posted a "Please help me" thingie on the thingie where you ask for help. I'll check it out later on.
Today was very difficult. The TKT is going to drive me crazy but I have faith that everything will work out for the better. We're down 25 000 pesos. That means that we are missing that amount to pay for the tests. Breathe in, breathe out.
Ok... If I had known that the promotions dept. of the University was going to get 16 000 pesos paid FOR DOING NOTHING... then I would have done the same thing. Who was the one who was calling people in the first place? Who pushed and pushed for the course to take place? To go door-to-door (or, rather school-to-school) promoting this thing? Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't promotions. They did a magnificent promotions deal with 5 posters... 5!! Do you know how many schools I visited to promote this thing?! 30! 5 posters... and they got 16 000 pesos for it (16 000 translates roughly as 1400 US moolah, which is still a lot). So, to move the brain wave twisting thingie... I have to contact Cambridge to get a late fee to pay for the tests a little later on. Then, I have to contact the International House people to tell them how much time I managed to BEG Cambridge for. Then, talk to teachers... My teachers paid a little less than the rest of the group, so I'll be asking for their cooperation. A lot of stuff to do in less than three days.
Time to blog? Yes... oh yes.
After toying with idea that maybe the google thingie has problems, and that maybe those problems derive from the fact that my school's internet support is saying that the address is filtering violation... then maybe that explains a lot. I have here a picture I have done and posted over at DeviantART (yuvia.deviantart.com) called "JUAREZ".
... I have to do these sorts of images... or else the coo-coo bananas in me starts going amok.
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