Writing a blog is always a good experience because I think to express your ideas is very important. Particularly, blogging for the English class has been funny due to different activities in each class. So, I enjoy making English texts with boring stories of my life and things about what I think of the world because that gives a serious aspect to my stupid thoughts (xd).

I  have always wanted to start my own blog but I never know about what I want to talk. So I don’t know if I want to have a blog currently. But if I had to say about what I talk in my hypothetical blog, maybe the recurrent topics would be literature (although I don’t know so much about it), homosexuality, heartbroken, music, platonic love and some others irrelevant things that nobody wants to read.

The English blog really helps to practice that language because it requires me to search for words I didn’t know or popular expressions that are not easy to translate like “Jack-of-all-trades” (I think I never going to forget it).

Good things of blogging in the English class are practicing the language (like I said before), expressing our ideas in English and knowing about classmates too. I think a bad thing is you have to write in few words topics that demands more explanations.

Maybe I change the moment when you have to comment others entries because sometimes I don’t know what to say about what I am reading but that’s a problem of my boring head.

The earliest memory I have of my life is about a trip I made when I was three years old. I remember it was in the morning so my parents had to wake me up so early that day. I can see in my mind clearly how my mom prepared a baby bottle with milk for the journey. 

Canto del Agua, Vallenar, Región de Atacama

               The voyage we were doing was from Copiapó to Canto del Agua, a rural place located near Vallenar, around one hour and a half from regional capital of Atacama. I remember I was very happy for going there because my parents told me there were lots of animals like horses, ducks, chickens, birds and others, beside so many trees with fruits, something strange if we consider Copiapó is a very dry place. That was a beautiful day with my dad, who cares about me like my mom did (yes, I come from a patriarchal and sexist family).

                I think it’s an important memory for me (and maybe that’s the reason I remember it) because it’s one of the few times I enjoy sharing moments with my dad. He always was working in almost all my childhood and playing, going out or simply being with him were exceptional situations.

                This memory makes me feel strange because it makes me happy remembering beautiful days about my childhood but instead I think it’s sad my dad couldn’t share more moments with my because the job. That’s sad for him too, but currently he says he is doing with his grandson (my nephew) what he couldn’t do with us (my brother and me).

Universidad de Chile is one of the most important and older institutions of further education in our country. The university is divided into about ten campus. I study in Juan Gomez Mllas, one of the most loved because the university life there is great, supposedly. JGM is located in Ñuñoa, in a place known as “Cordón Macul”, where is Universidad Tecnológica Metropolitana y la Universidad Metropolitana de las Ciencias de la Educación.

Campus Juan Gomez Millas is formed of four faculties (Filosofía y Humanidades, Ciencias Sociales, Artes y Ciencias) and Instituto de la Comunicación e Imagen (ICEI). Each of them has its own places and they are surrounded by green areas, which is a characteristic of the place, although every time there are less because new buildings in construction.

Universidad de Chile is a public institution with pluralistic and inclusive policy, or it is what authorities usually say, but most of students are from an elitist part of the Chilean society (in intellectual or economical terms).

If I have to talk about something positive of Universidad de Chile, it could be about the reputation of having “Universidad de Chile” in your curriculum and maybe some good teachers that really teach you.

In the negative part, I don’t like some students and teachers who act like they are the best of the country. Also I think in Chile are more guys that want to entry to Universidad de Chile and they couldn’t because they didn’t have better opportunities in this classist society.

Finally, I have to say that I don’t think that going to university is a big thing. I think there are more interesting things to do in your life instead studying in further education, but it is a way of life the system doesn’t accept and I am part of this, sadly.