My Blog Experience

My experience writing the class blog was great, I did enjoy doing it, it’s much better than a regular class because the students had more participation, we practiced our English by doing the blog, the subjects were interesting so I wanted to write about them, I liked all the subjects and specially I liked to do my post called “The Best Bass Player From YouTube”, cause I like to write about music and specially the bass guitar. Bad things, I’d wish to know more about English, like grammatical rules, to make betters blogs (with better redaction).

I think my English didn´t got better by doing the blog, but it didn’t went worse, most of it because doing the blog made me constantly practiced it so I didn´t lose it, the past semester I didn’t had an English class, so I didn´t practiced and it was difficult to write it. Otherwise doing the blog was too easy for me, I´d like to have more difficult work to do, it could worth to learn some more. But I like that the class is like relax, is not stressing like other class I have, and I like to learn and speak English so it is one of my favourites class.

27F was traumatic :$

The 27 of February of 2010 at 3:34 I was on my bed trying to counselling the sleep after seeing the TV, when things became moving at first I thought: “its ok, just another tremor”, but then the movement started to get bigger, and I jumped out of the bed and ran right to the door to stay under the doorframe with my mother my father and my cousin Alan that by the time was living with us. When the quake ended up, my mother called my brother to know how he was (he was working on a disco when 27F happened, at least we thought that).  Thing is he was OK, he were driving when quake attacked, and when the movement started he just pulled over and saw the street moving. After the 27F I was shocking, and with the aftershocks I became paranoiac and I started imagining the aftershocks, so when a real aftershocks were coming I didn’t know if it was a real or an imaginary movement, it truly sucked. But that’s just the beginning, after the quake it started a local paranoia that people was robbing houses, so neighbours made barricades and I stayed awake all night long to make guard.