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jueves, 23 de octubre de 2014
domingo, 14 de septiembre de 2014
domingo, 20 de abril de 2014
When it comes to foreign language learning, exposure is one of the most important aspects to take into account. Many people fail in their attempt to learn a foreign language because they see it as a grammar and vocabulary task, but according to Brown (2007), learning a new language means getting adapted to a new culture, a new way of thinking, feeling and acting. According to Spratt, Pulvverness, and Williams (2008), exposure is the opportunity a learner has to get in contact with the target language without studying. It could be by listening, reading or by speaking.
Exposure allows FL students to get in contact with good language; it means good pronunciation, syntax, semantic, and the idiomatic expressions used by the natives of the target language. FL learners usually have difficulty in getting rid of negative transfers or interference; this is because of the lack of exposure. Chomsky (1965) said that not necessarily a well-structured sentence makes sense in a language, that is the reason why some language learners can not have an effective communication in their target language.
viernes, 3 de enero de 2014
I made a questionnaire for my English as foreign language students of level 6 and level 7 in which they had to answer the following question: What motivates you to learn English?
miércoles, 1 de enero de 2014
Love is in Human Nature
By
Damián
Francis
I hear people I interact with everyday say that they
do not believe in love, but from my point of view, those who think that way are
mistaken. To me, love is part of human nature. I remember when my father passed
away; I was only eight years old, and there is no doubt that I loved him. His death
made the love I felt for my mother even stronger. I really appreciated her, and
I felt she was my most valuable treasure. She died when I was in my twenties.
It was a terrible loss, but at the same time it made me value and love my two
sisters even more.
I got married one year after my mother’s death, and
part of the empty space she left in me was filled by my wife. A partner never
substitutes the place a mother holds, but a partner can help you satisfy your instinct
to love. If the word parents is similar to the word love, then
the words sons and daughters are just the same as love. When your
kids are born, it is when you truly understand what love is.
When my two sons were born, my love for my parents, my
sisters, and my wife became stronger. First, I began to value all the
principles and lessons my parents had taught me to bring out the best in me.
Second, I appreciated the affection I received from my sisters and my wife. To
me, love never fades away. Normal individuals always find a reason to love. It
is one of the aspects that makes us human beings.
martes, 10 de diciembre de 2013
lunes, 2 de diciembre de 2013
El compromiso de poner la dimensión ética por encima de todo es de vital importancia en la investigación científica debido a que la mayor parte de la población mundial sólo maneja datos, un bajo porcentaje de la misma tiene información y un grupo muy reducido es el que tiene el conocimiento. Es por esta razón que la mayoría cree todo lo que escucha o lee, no todos tienen la capacidad de reconocer las fuentes de información que son confiables y las que no.
Es común ver como las personas dan por válido cualquier comentario que escuchan en la calle, por televisión o por radio. Cuando un investigador es subjetivo y se atreve a falsear los resultados de su investigación está faltando a los principios éticos que deben regir su práctica y se convierte en un criminal del conocimiento y un irrespetuoso de la ciencia.
Creo que en la investigación científica debe reinar la inspiración de contribuir a la construcción de un mundo mejor, donde todos tengamos derecho al conocimiento basado en la verdad, donde las personas adquieran una mejor calidad de vida como resultado de aportes proporcionados por la investigación científica seria y apegada a la ética.
lunes, 4 de noviembre de 2013
Cuando se incurre en esa práctica, el individuo sólo proyecta en otros, lo que él o ella en realidad es. Es difícil dar lo que no se tiene, lo más aflictivo es ver el comportamiento y la actitud de ciertos profesionales quienes convierten su lugar de trabajo en un patio de barrio. Con frecuencia se observa a muchos profesionales difamando a sus compañeros, sólo con la intención de predisponer a los demás, este tipo de acción encuentra apoyo, sólo si el ambiente está cargado de mediocridad. la capacidad destructiva que los pensadores infraniveles tienen es devastadora.
Podemos ser amor y odio; luz y sombra; felicidad y tristeza; consuelo y frustración; admiración y desprecio; solución y problema; justicia e injusticia; en fin, somos todo y somos nada, todo depende del proyecto de vida que elegimos.
lunes, 21 de octubre de 2013
Carol is dead
By
Damian Francis
This is an attempt to write a short story. I hope you enjoy it.
Carol’s body was lying on the floor; her indescribable
beauty made the scene unbelievable. She was a beautiful white flower
that caught people’s eyes. The police knocked at the door several times, but
nobody opened it. There, by her side, Martin Smith was sitting like a bronze
statue; he could not listen or talk—he was in shock. The first words that one
of the policemen said were, “He killed her, he killed her…” — “Put your hands
up,” said the other one. Carol had disappeared some days ago, and her family
was extremely worried about the situation.
She had gotten engaged a couple of weeks ago; that was
the reason why Martin behaved like a cornered animal. He was not able to think
clearly; his split mind made him feel as if he were between two fires. He
repeated to himself, “If she is not mine, she won’t be with anyone else.” He
had been wide awake for two days, just thinking about Carol, the woman he
loved. This love was bigger than the universe; nothing made sense if she was
not by his side.
Since she had gotten engaged to a man imposed by her
father, they had not been able to see each other, and it was killing Martin.
One gray afternoon, he made the decision to knock at Carol’s bedroom window and
propose that they run away together, but she said they would talk about it the
next day because they could not be seen together in her room.
The next day, Carol left the house at dawn to talk
about the decision they had to make. On her way, she felt the cold wind
slapping her face as if it were complaining to her about the choice she was
about to make. The wet streets recorded her steps, one by one.
When Carol arrived at Martin’s room, the door was
open. He had been waiting for her all day long. The room was dark, and there
was a sharp ammonia odor that made Carol shiver. They started the conversation
without looking each other in the eye. She said that she loved him, but they
could not be together, it was an impossible love.
Martin approached her, and with both hands around her
neck, he tightened them so strongly that he strangled the poor Carol. When she
was breathless, he put her on his lap on the floor. He repeated, “I love you, I
love you, I love…” and then, he stood still.