Here is the link to the presentation on Using Blogs to Develop Listening Skills
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BwaHa32OSXjpZndOT09kaUpSdjI5dmpaZzhoX0VPUQ/edit
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A. Rios
sing, but they were so funny. In the dinner of the weekends is when my family is all together because during the weekend they are working. My mother and my uncle, José, start to tell us what happened during their workdays, but they do this in a very funny way like: acting, imitating someone, etc. Although their weekend was bad, they always take the advantages and do not worry by the less details that make them be sad. During the dinner all of us start to tell what happened to us in a funny way using music or funny expressions, but we try to give some suggestions if something is bad in one member.
Another difference is that my mother do her things very quickly , but I like to do my things very carefully, and it takes my time.My mother is angry when something takes me a long period of time .My mother always tells me that the time is gold , but to my the most important thing is that we should do all that we do perfectly despite it takes too much time at the end it will has better results.
MY MOTHER AND I
Many people around the world say that their children have the same characteristics of their parents. Both parents and children have the same physical and emotional characteristics; it means that children will have the same eyes color, hair color, height, etc, and the same feelings, character, the way how they are going to express their emotions etc. A good example of this is my mother and I, we both have very similar physical characteristics, everybody tells me, when my mother was young, she looked a lot like me. We have the same physical characteristics, but different in likes.
The most obvious differences between my mother and I is our likes . My mother is a liberal person, she has a lot of friends, so she likes parties, family reunions, etc; however, I consider myself a very shy person , I have friends, but not like my mother has, and when she told me to go out with her, I said not because I do not like to so much the noise of parties instead of that, I prefer to stay home seeing a movie or reading a book. My mother's passion is to cook because my grandmother taught her to do it, so my mother always tried to teach me how to cook well, but I have never learned it because I do not like to cook.
Another difference is that my mother has her own character. She gets angry easily when she saw a children crying, but I think this is because of the age, for she has 47 years old, but I really like how she faces problems, she is a very stronger woman, so she is my mother; nevertheless, I am not like that because I love children when they started to cry, I find the way to calm the children, and when I have a problem, I prefer to tell my mother to give me suggestions, maybe in the future I will change this.
In spite of these differences that my mother and I have. There is a similarity between us that is physical appearance.
My mother and I have the same color of skin and our eyes are identically the same. All people that are my friends told me that in twenty years, I will be the same like my mother, that is why I love my mother a lot because now she looks nice, and in the future I want to be like her.
In conclusion, parents and children can have the same character, eyes color, etc, or they can be very different, the only thing that can manner to us is that thanks to our parents we are living in this world, so parents must be the most important in the live of each person.
KARINA CALDERON MENDOZA
Mi childhood
Childhood for most people probably can be the best and unforgettable in their life. For me to be a child was the best time of my life and was more easy that to be a young people that`s why I always remember my childhood with love. For that my most outstanding memories are when I was four years and seven years old.
First of all, I was a troublemaker child, so conceited, so demanding due to I was the only daughter. In my four years old I used to spend my time in my cousin`s house because I didn`t like to be alone while my mother had to work. As soon as, my mother have left me with my cousin I felt complete I felt very happy because I could do anything that I wanted. Well, the most important thing but unusual that I remember in this house is that we were playing , jumping with the dog throwing the ball, When suddenly the dog fell down. We didn`t know what happened with the dog, he didn´t react. The problems was that my cousin had threw the ball so hard. Later, we Knew that our dog had fainted . Since that day never again we have played with the dog because we were afraid that our dog could die.
Later, when I was seven years old I was more conscious about the thing that I could do, but this not mean that I didn´t like to play with my cousin. So, one day in my cousin`s house when all my family had gone to work, we decided to play, but my family had looked the door. My cousin and I wanted to go out and play with our friends, but we couldn`t. I were trying to open the door for half an hour, but It was waste of time. Meanwhile, my cousin had climbed to the roof due to he wanted to down to the street using the bush that were there, for me was a new and funny experience I said " Let`s do it". As soon as, I accepted my cousin jumped on the branch on the plant, then he started to down. It was my turn, so I didn`t hesitate. After we were outside of my cousin`s house ,we played with our friends at least three hours. So after the fun we had to come back at home and obviously we had to climb the bush until the roof. I remember that my cousin while hi was climbing he hurt his leg, but It was not serious. That day was one of my best day of my life because I felt so excited that I can feel until now.
In the next thirteen years, I have passed many good or bad things, but is not the same when I was a child because I was innocent and I can do many things without worry.
Finally, Today I remember all the things that I did in my childhood, these things cold be good or bad, but this part of my life and I will never sorry about that.
Leonella Terrel
MY FATHER AND I: DIFFERENT BUT ALIKE
Many times I have heard my grandparents, aunts and uncles say that I look like my father a lot, but I get the conclusion that all my relatives refer to my appearance. Therefore, most of the time when my mom and I talk about my father, she tells me that my eyes and moles, which I have on my face, are similar to my father's ones had. However, I think that in personality and preferences, my father and I were totally different.
One obvious difference is the passion for reading which my father had. I remember that it did not matter how late at night it was, he loved and enjoyed reading his favorite books, even if he was sleepy. Besides, in his free time he spent long hours in the small library which was in my house and it is still there. In that place, there a lot of books about his career, encyclopedias, literary books, dictionaries and others that he really appreciated. Nevertheless, I do not like read so much, I prefer spend my leisure time listening to my favorite kind of music. Even I can say that without music my life would be so boring, so I do everything with music. For example, I do my laundry, clean up my bedroom and do my homework listening to music.
My father and I were also dissimilar to the manner of reacting when one of us was dealing with a problem. He did not feel down or discouraged if facing with difficulties. It means that he was a very optimistic person since he tried to look for a solution instead of seeing or focusing on the trouble. On the contrary, I consider myself as a little bit pessimistic because the first thing that comes to my mind when I have problems is that I will not be able to overcome it. For that, every time I faced a problem and felt like giving up; my father was always trying to cheer me up and make me laugh.
In spite of these two differences, my father and I, who seem to be apparently opposite, share one important similarity.
I consider that the most essential similarity that both my father and had was the huge and mutual love we demonstrated each other. This special feeling made us forget our differences and forgive our faults. It was incredible for me how a sincere, honest and true feeling between a father and a daughter made us feel so happy and spent memorable experiences.
It is evident that my father and I were different from each other in our personal tastes, ways of thinking and others. On the other hand, love was the biggest and most important similarity that both had for one another.