My experience learning english

My experience learning English at the University has been, in general, good. I say in general, because although I like to learn languages, the class schedule is not good for me. In general, after lunch, I am very sleepy and it’s difficult for me to concentrate.

Regarding the use of blogs, it' s a methodology that I had used before, in English 3, so I already had some practice. It takes me a long time to write a blog, and that frustrates me. However, I think that every time I do it faster. I like when we choose the themes, and we can talk about movies, trips or strange dreams.

What I need to improve is speaking English. I don’t have a hard time understanding or writing English, but speaking is still a problem for me. I would like to do some exchange abroad, because I think it’is the best way to learn how to speak.

In general, I don’t use english outside the English class. I only do it when there’s a new series that hasn’ t been subtitled in Spanish, and I see it in English. Also, my grandmother receives exchange people in her house, and I have spoken with them sometimes to practice.

Lately, I have been applying for several internships, and in many of them they ask for a minimum level of English. However, even if I don’t use English yet, I know that it’s a very useful and necessary tool, and that it will open many doors for me, if I can learn it well.

CHANGES TO MY STUDY PROGRAMME :)

There are many things I would like to changed from my study programme, If I could.
First thing, I would like to study more from gender issues. It seems incredible to me that in 2017 there has not been any compulsory class included on the subject. I think it’s very important that journalism includes the gender issue in its curriculum, because I think that journalism can contribute a lot to feminism, but for that to happen there must be prior training.There is a CFG called "non-sexist communication", and it’s wonderful. But it's not enough.On the other hand, I think the classes are very long.  It is known that the concentration doesn ‘t last more than 10 minutes.  Many times, a class starts at 8.30 and ends at 13.30, so it's very difficult to learn something. The teacher can be very entertaining, but if he speaks five hours, it is impossible to listen carefully.About the faculty facilities, I believe that my faculty is very precarious. As students, we always need to use cameras, microphones, editing rooms, etc. But they are never available! And if they are available, they are bad, broken or without batteries.

I also think that a good journalist is often confused with a good teacher, so ICEI  hires many good journalists, but a lot of them are very bad teachers!
Many of them only speak and speak and speak, and they don’t even know that there is power point!

However, we always tends to highlight the bad things, but my university has many other good things, and I love it!

My Summer Holidays

Write about your plans or ideas for the Summer Holidays.

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My strangest dream.

If exists something that I love to talk about, is about dreams. And if it’s about strangest dreams, so much better!

I don’t remember what I dream all the nights, but sometimes I do. And when I do, is because the dream was very funny or strange or interesting. In general, all the dreams that I remember are very awesome, so it’s hard for me to choose one to talk about.

Anyway, I remember one dream with special force, it was a lucid dream. I was sleeping with my brother (in the reality, and in my dream too). He had is back to me, and I was hugging him. Suddenly, I noticed that his hair had a lot of gray. I stared at his hair for a long time. He woke up, and tried to turn to look at me. I didn’t want to see his face, because I knew that he would have become old. I started to  take his head with my hands, to prevent him from turning his head.

I remember that my arms hurts a lot, because I was doing a lot of strength. Suddenly, all that force that I was doing with my arms made my arms change: they started to turn green, and I felt I was at high altitude. My brother wasn’t in front of me anymore, and I was falling on a dirty water pin. I realize that I was a turtle, and I was being thrown into an aquarium. I woke up when I touched the water.

Although throughout the dream I was aware that it was a dream, it was very disturbing. 

Post-Graduate Studies

This topic is very clear for me: I would like to do a master's degree in cultural and gender studies. Although it is a topic that is "fashionable", I think that as a country we are very behind in this matter. We are a tremendously backward and ignorant on these issues, so I would like to contribute from that void.

Mainly, I'm interested in gender issues. The university changed me a lot in that sense, and from the time I start to study I noticed that it was a topic that I was passionate about. I had not felt a real passion for a subject for a long time, so how much did I learn about it? I sensed that it would be something that would accompany me for a long time, and something in which I wanted to deepen my knowledge.

For me, the place to study is not so relevant, as long as the university is good. I understand that Argentina and Spain have good post titles on this topic. So I'd like to go there, if I had the chance.

I would like it to be a full-time master's degree, to go to study outside Chile and dedicate myself to that. I do not have the maturity or capacity to organize myself necessary for an online or distance course. I hope I can do it one day.

My future

This is a really hard theme for me, because I’ve been thinking in a lot of options, but I don’t feel sure about anyone.

Initially, I wanted to work in any means of written communication, like newspapers. But then I felt interested in treat “deepers” problems, and make more ample and profound investigations, like the investigations that CIPER do. But, when I grow up, I would like to come back to my city, Puerto Varas, and I think is very hard to be a journalist in a small town.

But, anyway, broadly spiking, I would like to work in needed, relevant and interesting subjects, but from Puerto Varas.

Obviously, I would like to travel in my job, but it is not a determining factor for me. I prefer to travel for other reasons than work haha.

I would like a middle work: not completely outside, but at times I had to leave the office…I think I dont care so much about working from an office, as long as the work environment is good.

 In a future, I would like to study a major in Cultural and Gender Studies, because I’am really passionate about this. But I still have a lot to learn, and I probably know other topics of my interest, so ... Who knows?

One flew over the Cuckoo's nest.

[SPOILER ALERT: DONT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE]

My favorite movie ending, is the ending of “One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest”. First of all, it’s one of my favorite movies. The ending is really touching. Also, I think it make you think about concept of mental illness. That’s why it’s my favorite movie ending.

Anyway, It’s hard for me to think about my favorite movie ending. I think that when a movie is good, the ending is good too. And every movie is good in it’s own way. However, if I had to choose a good movie ending, I would choose the end of “One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.

As I previously mentioned, this film is one of my favorite movies.   The film’s plot is about Randle McMurhy, a criminal who is moved to a mental institution after serving a short sentence on a prison farm for statutory rape of a 15-year-old. Though not actually mentally ill, McMurphy hopes to avoid hard labor and serve the rest of his sentence in a relaxed environment. Upon arriving at the hospital, he finds the ward run by the steely, strict Nurse Ratched, who subtly suppresses the actions of her patients through a passive-aggressive routine, intimidating the patients. During his stay, he makes some friendships.

After several events, the people of the asylum decide to practice a lobotomy to him, and that leaves him absolutely disabled (the film is contextualized at a time when these were very common practices). Finally, the best friend of McMurhy ends up drowning him with a pillow, to avoid that he live in that way. Then, he escapes  of the asylum.

I think that this end arouses many reflections about mental health and how our society deal with it. It leads to think about the whole ethical conflict surrounding the treatment of mental illness. ¿What is madness? ¿Is not being like the rest of the people?

For all of this, I think that "One flew over the Cuckoo's nest" has the best movie ending that I've ever seen. If you haven't seen this movie yet, please, watch it!