hello everyone, this is the last blog of the semester and I'm feeling a bit melancholic so I warn you that it's full of sentimentality.
I never thought I would end the semester this way, on a more personal side and being totally honest, it wasn't in my plans for us to have a strike and miss so many classes and I regret having lost that experience, I know it may sound selfish but it would be hypocritical not to acknowledge it. On the other hand, I am happy with the work that was achieved, I am proud of the struggle of my classmates because despite losing classes, there were people who were really always present and did not stop participating.
If someone asks me about my experience at the university, I would say that I never imagined anything like it, but that does not mean that I regret it, on the contrary, I just wish I would have had more preparation.
i know i am critical of many things, but i still treasure the university and the people i met there. i have had the opportunity to meet more people and learn from them, and i will always be grateful for that.
I didn't like it at first, of course, because I had English for the first time in fourth or fifth grade and learning the colors at that age was very boring, plus I didn't like that so many qualities were attributed to it and other languages were looked down upon. for example, I complained about the importance given to English and we didn't even know Mapudugún, so I started to reject it. but now that i have had a good teacher and have been able to interact better with the subject, i feel that i am starting to like it. maybe the reasons why i got excited about it are not acceptable. i don't want to learn english because it is the most spoken language or because it opens doors (in reference to earning money) or because it can lead me to a better future.
I still can't learn well, although I have to do more of my part to do it, I don't think I will learn if I don't practice and force myself to talk about it.
One of my biggest problems is the embarrassment and good the lack of knowledge about grammar and writing. I really don't know much about English but I hope to find the time, lose my shame and manage to speak the language.
in the end, my dream would be to be able to sing in English as it would mean that I would be losing two fears. To do this, I practice at home and in the shower, sing as much as I can in English and read the lyrics of the songs to learn words, I also watch series and movies in English because it helps me to get my brain used to the language.
MY IDOL <3