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nanofrikis , que es como la casa de muchos).Esto de tener familia docente hace que, aunque mis alumnos se hagan mayores y den menos de sí, los de mi hermano y demás ganen protagonismo. Así que...
Clase de mi hermano. Segundo de primaria. Unidad de repaso sobre el cuerpo humano. Al final, un acertijo:
Todo lo observan, todo lo ven
pero por más que los mires
los tuyos no los puedes ver
¿Qué son?
Respuesta de un alumno: los gnomos.
Clase de mi hermano. Examen de razonamiento lógico.
Si lavas un caballo blanco con champú verde. ¿De qué color se queda el caballo?
Respuesta del mismo alumno: marrón clarito.
Clase de 1º de Bachillerato en mi instituto. Mi compañero J, dando los vulgarismos:
J: Así que, chicos, ya sabéis. No se dice gabina, ni intierro, ni cocreta, ni almóndiga.
Alumna1 (sorprendidísima. Al borde de la histeria): ¡¡¡¿¿¿Entonces no se dice intierro???!! ¡¡Yo llevo toda la vida diciendo intierro!! Entonces, ¿qué es un intierro? ¿Cómo se le llama a cuando metes a alguien en el ataud y lo intierras?
J: Que no se dice intierro.
A1: Si no lo he dicho.
J: Has dicho intierras
A1: ¿¡¡¡Intierras tampoco se dice!!!!?
Alumno2: ¿Y amoto y amarrón?
J: -______-U
Alumna3: ¿Cómo que no se dice almóndiga? ¡¡Mi madre dice almóndiga!!
J: Pero es un vulgarismo.
Alumna3: ¿¿Estás llamando vulgar a mi madre??
Y para terminar, tengo una mala noticia para todos vosotros. Bolita ha muerto. Me lo encontré el otro día por la calle y ya no es Bolita. Es espagueti.
... más grande del universo, esta tarde me entrevistan en la radio por la inminente publicación de Ne Obliviscaris a eso de las 17:00 o 17:30 en el programa Los dos de la tarde en Canal Extremadura Radio, donde charlaré un rato con Kanuto y José Carlos Macías acerca de todo esto que es escribir. Podréis escucharlo online aquí. No os lo perdáis!
adhara.On Friday, I discovered that THIS was coming to Europe.
On Saturday, I suggested adhara to go.
On Sunday, we had our tickets.
Today, rakshah has her tickets (next to ours)
WE ARE GOING TO STOCKHOLM TO MAKE ONE OF MY DREAMS COME TRUE.
I have no words to explain how important Nobuo Uematsu's music is for me. His compositions have been one of the most important ones in my entire life. I could even put one of his tracks into each moment of my life, they have always accompanied me.
(If you haven't ever listened to Final Fantasy VI Original Soundtrack you are just lame and losers and whatever you fancy to consider yourself someone to whom I'm not going to say hi ever again)
In a way, it is for his music that I am here today.
I have always dreamt about attending a live concert on his compositions, to feel his music being played live for me, to dive into his melodies and be able to fly with them.
Well, I am going to experience it and I can't believe it yet. I think I won't be able to until I'll be back but that will be too late. But I'm sure that's going to be a fucking awesome weekend.
And I'm gonna cry like things which cry rivers.
-I *am* Fernando Alcalá...
-Oh, well...
-So, please, log me off your system 'cos there are a lot of NGOs out there and I don't want to contribute with an NGO which tells me what I have and what I haven't to contribute with...
-But, as I have told you, we can fill in the form with the quantity you really want...
-I have told you I don't want to help you.
-Ok. I'll log you off our system.
-Thank you.
Beep Beep.
Ah, that felt great. I have been so polite and clear I can't believe it. I usually get really nervous and make myself a mess but today I've explained myself with true clearity. I'm proud of myself.
Yesterday, I was having lunch at my parents' and some one knocked at the door. It was somebody working for an NGO asking for assistance. I had been thinking for a while to help with an NGO and I thought that, maybe, destiny was knocking at my door (at first i freaked out because I thought it was the "circulo de lectores" woman and I had no money to pay for the book she's been prosecuting me to buy for weeks).
So I filled in the application form, gave it to the guy and said goodbye. Everything was cool up to then.
Until someone from the NGO phoned me in the evening to tell me that the economic help i had decided to give wasn't enough. I wanted to help with 10 euros each three months and the minimun was 10 euros every month.
WHAT THE FUCK?
I was so freaked out by the phone call i accepted the minimum fee they were asking for and said goodbye.
But I'm calling there tomorrow. I'm really fucked off 'cos you can't say willing people how to help. It's enough they want to help. I'm so frustrated i have no words to describe de anger I'm feeling, but the person on the phone tomorrow will hear me.
FUMING!
In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Post this on your LJ if you know someone who has or had cancer. 93% won't copy and paste this. Will you?
truchita me entiende)
