Quisiera decirle muchas cosas pero la verdad no entiendo cual es su problema. Que? tendria yo que adivinar que es lo que pasa? Yo si que me avente  tensando muchas cosas but I took the risk. I am confused by your behavior. but I understand I am not an idiot I get it.

we all need to make a decision, but it is so hard for me to make one.

Wow! The semester is almost over and I been away for a while during the last few weeks, I have learned that using technology in the classrooms is not a bad idea.  Now I know that there are many useful sources on the web that can help our future students from K-12 and college students like me to be successful in our education.  For example the usage like Google’s power point that allows me to edit via video chat with my group members in case we can’t meet. Another great tool was a website that can organize my side notes.  I am old school and I like to get all my colorful pens out and write on my books because I like to see my book colorful. But this website can actually help people to be organize effectually without losing their information, and that’s when it comes handy.  

Finally this week I got the chance to do my presentation of the White Buffalo Calf Woman in front of my classmates, even though most of my classmates left before my presentation. But anyways life goes on; I was able to explain the main ideas about our chapter and the reasons why we have many misconceptions about the myths that have a woman as god.  Before my presentation there were two others that explained the meaning of a sacred place, and the relationship of families, friends, and love.  The first one was the Vietnamese myth title The Areca Tree. The other myth was the Popul Vu a Mayan myth.  What I learned about these two myths is the importance of natural elements such as the water.  During the The Areca Tree presentation the group was discussing about the meaning of a sacred place and how a sacred place can be any particular place that have a meaning to the people.  But also said that a sacred place can also have a connection to religious beliefs and is use to worship gods. 

I am aware that I been absent for a while but the reason is that I been working with my group in our project of the white Buffalo calf woman twbcw for short. The reason we pick this myth is because it is a native American myth something that is usual in English classes. When thinking about it I can remember when was the last time I have read a Native American myth. I have always wonder why English classes don't teach native American literature?  Is it because their literature is not important or as interesting as the other stories?  Whatever the case is I would like to teach about Native American literature so my students would be able to understand the real American culture.

my email is 
magictina245@gmail.com

Poetry and its fantasy

Hello guys,

      Honestly poetry is my weakness, but doing these two poems it was helpful.  These two poems are free verse and I hope you like them.
                              

                                                             Poison

Your poison is the sweet liquid

My heart desires

Even though it kills me

I desire more

The sweet poison is my addiction

It consumes me and I

 

refuse to lose your sweet poison.

But let’s face it,

Nunca podre tapar el sol con un dedo

 should we?

I’d rather have your poison

Than nothing at all

 

                 Your lips are my weakness

Every time we kiss

          I forget who I am? The hate and love we feel

 

Our souls may be as cold as ice

But our lips know the truth

They awake the passion we both have

 

But time is up,

and the effects of your poison is gone.

 

 

 

you in winter

Nature has its mysteries as do you,

      Winter is when I miss you most.

The emptiness has swallowed my

heart. The agony has stolen my soul.

 

Patience is a virtue, and

I promise to wait

but my heart eagers

and I should wait

All the memories I have

Locked away in your soul

 

Every time the wind blows

Your scent embraces me, my skin shivers

I close my eyes and I see you  

The days are long and shallow as a puddle in summer

Even the sun wonders if you ever coming back

 

But I’ll be patient because

the hope

To see you blossom makes me wait and wonder.