Presentación en Slideshare.com



Presentación en Slideshare.com


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

English Easy Way´s activities

hello people. This are the things we are supposed to have ready for next weekend. Hope you have a great time. 1. From session 11 you must complete the activities on pages 6, 13, 18 2. As a comentary to this post you will send your letter and will give your opinion for at least two of your classmates' letters. 3. As a comment to this post, publish at least 10 WH-questions and answer 5 from your classmates. 4. If possible finish session 11. Here are the answers from page 12 at session 11. Yo soy Margarita, trabajo en una librería y estudio idiomas en la universidad. Yo viajo a diferentes lugares del país en mis vacaciones. El año pasado visité a mi tía Clara. Ella vive en Cali con su esposo Pedro y sus hijos Roberto y Juliana. Allá, todos fuimos al lago Kalima y navegamos en un bote. Mi tía tomó fotografías del paisaje pero no grabó videos del paseo porque ella perdió su videograbadora hace dos años. El próximo año, mi novio y yo iremos a Cartagena; nosotros disfrutaremos...
Read more

Learning about learning

As far as we are from having a world in peace, that's how far we are from learning how every individual learns. I don't want to enlight anyone with all repetitive theory, which at some point seems to have the same problems religions have: all ways of seeing religion (education, and pedagogy if you will) appear to be too right and too wrong; and, though they (religion and theories of education and pedagogy) seem to complement each other, none are appreciated when together. You've got to pick sides and stick there. Education seems to be the solution, as well as pedagogy is the problem; and viceversa. Shall we ever find a perfect symbiosis in both? I truly expect so; however I still consider that war, social inequality, and educational unfulfillness will outlive anyone reading these words. Greetings from a world lover and a society hater.
Read more

Uncertainty. Part 1

Went down the store to buy some ice cream. Came back to my apartment with some vainilla already melting on my right hand and sweeping sweat from my forehead with my left. Opened my door. Eyes fixed on the mess on my right hand. I listened two voices which I decided to ignore. Pass by the hall and got to the kitchen's door. Voices got louder. What's this? I opened the door and I see there are two old men talking. Their faces show we share a common question: Who are you?. We stare at each other for a while. They see I have an ice cream on my hand which, to them, means I'm not harmful... They're waiting for my answer; I'm waiting for theirs. 30 seconds went by easily. What's going on? Who are you and why are you in my kitchen? Did something break while I was out? The two guys kept looking at me. One turned his head to my ice cream and then to the window. It was snowing.  A brain malfunction caused by a poisoned or expired vainilla ice cream was my most certain gues...
Read more