Some about English language 

I think I learn a bit in all the english classes that I came, in all this years. At school I never learn. So I supossed to that all that I know about this language comes from my obssesion for TV series: Doctor Who teach me how British people talk, Friends educated me about how people talk in daily life, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air show me the accent of black people in America. This is a funny wat to study (in fact, I never study... like, seriously). I know about how to pronunce because I imitate what I heard. But I don´t know vocabulary (I don´t know the days of the week for example), so I deppend of Google translate and stuff, I don´t know how to conjugate verbs, the times, etc. I have serious grammar problems in English. So I think that what I need is a complete instruction of that, someone that explanis to me the most easy and simply things of this language that I never learn. 

We use blog for practice in class. I think that this is a good idea, but is not enough for me, because of the this that I mentioned. 

Outside of this classes I don´t use this language, only when I watch series or movies (the most part of the time). I don´t have nobody to talk in English, so I can´t practice. But I have become aware that now I understand more when some talk to me in English, or when I watch TV. In fact, when I watch Breaking Bad in the last months I rarely put subtitles. 

This year...

I think that this year has been better than the last year. I meet better people for example. The last year was very stressful for me, it was very upside-down. Now I´m kind used to Santiago. I´m not saying that I like it, but I tolerate to living here. Good things that happen this year? I think that I get my friends closer, and my boyfriend too. I´m still traveling all the weekends, but now I don´t get distress for it. I think that my personality do not bear this lifestyle: studying an stresfull career, living in Santiago, etc. That´s why, even when I had a lot of good times with my new friends of Santiago and my friends of Talca, I´m still let down. I´m not saying that I´m kind of depressed or something, but I know that this lifestyle that I´m carring right now would be finish one day. So, for the time being, I try to enjoy Santiago.
Things that I haven´t done yet? I have to pass my exams, get my driver´s license, make a little bit of money for the summer plans, etc. I planned to travel to the south of Chile (autral highway) in bicycle. This travel take me like a month to make it, so I need 200 thousand pesos for eat and sleep all this days.
This year Christmas and New year would be so boring! I finish my university classes in 27th December, and I finish the exams in 3th January. Also, this dates will be in Wednesday. I hate when the univerisy takes to you the moments that you have to be relaxed with your family. I think that, more than anything, I hate the University.

Rodrigo Rojas De Negri

The day before yesterday in the Contemporany Art Museum (MAC) in Quinta Normal, they was opened an exposition of the photographer Rodrigo Rojas De Negri. The initiative come from the need of known the life and works of this chilean artist, and show to people the history of him, the way at he was killed in Pinochet dictatorship. I´m going to talk a little bit about him.

Rodrigo Rojas de Negri was born on 1967 in Valparaiso. In 1976 his mother was exiled to Canada and he went with her. His passion for the photography born when he knew a friend of his mother Marcelo Montecino. He comes in to his master.  In 1986 De Negri returned to Chile. In Santiago, he began dedicated to take photos of the dictatorship: army, carabineros, people on the streets, etc. 

In 2nd of July, at eight at the morning he was walking with a group of youths: they carried eight wheels and one tank of gasoline. They wanted to make a barricade and stop the transit. And they were detaniees: Carabineros arrested them (De Negri and his friend Carmen Gloria Quintana). They was beaten, sprayed with gasoline and burn them alive. The lieutenant at charge Pedro Enrique Fernadez Dittus, boos of the military patrol, ordered that the burned bodies had to be covered with blankets and put them in to a vehicle. Hours later, the bodies was launched in to a ditch in the outsides of Santiago, in Quilicura. They was discovered and traslated to the hospital (Posta Central). The 6th of July De Negri died because of the burns. 

The lieutenant Fernandez was sended to jail, but in a few years he comes out. This history is not been yet resolved. Justice is needed.