Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I was just looking over pictures from my friends in Brazil. Every day I am missing them more and more. And I am worthless on answering emails and messages.
My trip there is probably going to be on Independence day (the American one) so I can invite everyone here to the airport and see everyone there too. Yesterday I was listening to some Brazilian songs on my way back home from work and one of the songs made me remember the barbecues... I could taste the farofa, meat on a stick, and feel the cold beer... It made me miss everything even more. I keep telling everyone here about Rio de Janeiro, and the awesome Brazilian parties. Of course looking at it from 5000 miles away makes everything look perfect and all the problems go away. But it does not matter because I will end up going there and feel the same about the U.S.

Monday, March 30, 2009

1st Day

Today our English teacher Dee gave us an assignment to create a Journal and register every day a thought or something that happened on that day. I really was not expecting it, and I thought it was really nice. She said that is not a log as in "today I woke up at seven, drove to school, bla bla bla", but just a register of thoughts and more single, well developed, ideas. I remember the first time I heard about that as an exercise was in my Philosophy class with teacher Onesimo, to write five minutes of anything down.
It is weird to be back in school after the break, and not painting this time. But the first day is more like an exiting change, where you find out who are the new teachers and how boring (or not) the classes are going to be. And you always have the good news of good teachers and interesting stuff to learn, and the sameness of other things. But after all, everything looks better on the first day, where you are not stressed about homework, finals or anything.
We started to learn a little about grammar today. I liked to see more well detailed how English works, since I learned most part of it in an intuitive, baby-like way. And listening to her very simple explanations about the basic parts of grammar made me wonder how the other people are listening and absorbing the knowledge. Being bilingual is something really weird that not even I can understand. Is start counting one to three in Chinese, four to twelve in English and thirteen to thirty five in Portuguese and not even realize it. After you are, there is no way back of thinking in one single language. It is almost like being languageless, your thoughts being only ideas not related to words anymore.

ENG 150...

Ola pessoal,

Eu sei, eu sei, abandonei o blog e tudo mais... bom, nao consigo manter rotina e acaba nisso
Este trimestre estou fazendo uma aula de Composicao em Ingles e um dos trabalhos eh fazer um "diario". Ao inves de pegar papel e caneta, perguntei se podia fazer um blog. Entao vou fazer aqui e quem quiser treinar ingles tambem pode ler.

E tambem coloquei na direita a funcao de cadastrar o email pra acompanhar o blog, ai nao precisa checar todo mes se atualizei (e ficar desapontado...)

Abraco,
Ga.