1) COMPUTERS IPA. Never work But even the new computers bought this year. There are always problems to access the Internet and the mail box. Take forever to load pages, and when they do, they are loaded and failed badly. I really do not understand why they cost so much. What? Does the Internet does not want to IPA or IPA does not want the Internet? Is it part of Ceibal plan that computers do not work in the IPA? Or is that useless officials do not know the room well connected by wires? Actually, I lean more to the third idea.
2) INTEGRATED CURRICULUM AREA (ECI). I believe that this matter gets worse every year. Last year, at least he had class. Mala, almost always, but there. This year, not even that. Teachers missed while I think the last class of ECI itself was in late April (we are in October and one week before they finish school). Then there was some more, but the biology teacher was the only one that came in (when they are supposed to be those of three areas: biophysics, biochemistry and cell biology) and ECI hours used to advance issues of its subject. As if this were not enough, it was assumed that the final part was to be a class we had to take us on a topic to nominate teachers and that would involve three subjects ... but lack of time, lack of organization, by laziness, apathy, or God knows what, this will not be able to be. There is no time. Instead, we expected a written part on photosynthesis, which is worse to do on a Saturday morning. Pathetic!
3) THE 151. Travel on this bus is a real pain. A trip to the IPA Gates takes sixty minutes, or sometimes more. An arthritic old using a cane to walk faster than this bus ... Sometimes I see old are walking down the street while I'm traveling and morality comes to my floor. The 151 is the culprit of many of my tardiness. I have to leave an hour before my house to get to the IPA just over an hour. The question is: Why take so long horns? Is it a bus that runs to pedal? Or is that the driver is prohibited from going at a speed exceeding six miles per hour? My only consolation is that it serves is not the only bus that serves me.
4) The neighbor's dog. I'm not sure if it's dog or bitch because I never saw it as a block wall (topped with barbed wire worthy of a movie about Alcatraz) separates the neighbor's yard from mine, but I'm sure of is it is unbearable. Are barking like a drill that can be heard five blocks away. And worst of all, it starts barking from eight at night until one or two o'clock. In this cute animal likes to work at night. Although actually, I think it is the fault of the dog, but its owner. The poor animal passes the clock in the courtyard, have hot or cold, raining or hailing. Sometimes, I hear barking as if entreating to be let go, especially on rainy days or very cold ... I would be surprised to be fed at least once a day. I'm sure more than once, he barked hunger. I hope one day to exchange papers, and is the owner who has to sleep in the yard and the dog on a bed inside the house.
5) PROFESSOR OF EPISTEMOLOGY. I will not mention your name here, because it is not necessary. But it is one of the most despicable people I met in recent years (even though in recent years met a few people despicable, but it would for other blacklisted much longer). From the first day I fell ill. Haughty, arrogant, angry, rude in the way of dealing with students. In a word, inedible. No wonder that most (including myself included) have left their stuff. I think after the first set were not more than four or five people in the class. Too bad!
6) PROFESSOR OF HEALTH EDUCATION. Nor will I mention his name here, but is another despicable people I met in recent years. It seems that runs through their veins no blood, but a mixture of lemon juice, battery acid and pure dislike. The professor of philosophy, presents at least when it comes to class. The EPS (Health Education), however, is incapable of saying "good day." It is as if these two words were not part of their vocabulary. The worst thing is that in ten classes, nine are in a foul mood.
7) THE TEACHER PEDAGOGY II. This teacher is not unpleasant. Rather, the opposite. But what good would that give class ever. Because since the beginning, does nothing to talk about two issues: Silvio Berlusconi and Marcelo Tinelli. I agree with most of the things said about them (for example, that are sexist, corrupt, fascist, among other fascinating features), but it would be better than ever talk about the themes of his art. And then get angry because almost everyone was wrong with the part! (Thank God, I'm not one of these ... I say "thank God" because it is a miracle that I did well).
8) THE DVD PLAYER. Frankly, I do not understand what is happening. At first it worked fine. But for quite some time now, no. It seems that became picky films should play. Because it plays some and not others. It is as if the unit chose what I see and what not, like I have an internal mechanism that allows you to determine which movies contain scenes that may offend the sensibilities of the viewers and what movies are ATP (Suitable for all age groups, no adenosine tri-phosphate, that is). If so, I have to admit that is a really fascinating piece of technology.
9) PROGRAMS "TALEN." I think the word that best defines them is: unbearable. And I write not with a capital letter, but with all capital letters. "Talento Argentino (Argentos Since when have talent? Well is not in this country has a wealth of cultural talent very high. If the best we have to export is Claudia Fernández, Mónica Farro and Osvaldo Laport, is that we're in trouble), "The cast of the TV" (I believe that the Uruguayan is ten times worse), "Singing in the office" and not know what others are all the same crap. They are the perfect evidence of the lack of "talent" TV producers of this country and the neighboring country, which have no ideas (even bad) and have to resort to "ordinary" people to think for themselves. (I think I went too far with the use of quotes. I apologize for that.) And the worst is people who these programs will show their "talent." It's amazing what some people are able to do for fifteen seconds (not just minutes but seconds) of fame. It is amazing to see a whole bunch of under-funded, through a stage, one after another, making the most bizarre things imaginable. And most surprising is that the same people believe that what they do is a talent. I truly believe. They think it's an art hair catch fire as they sing out of tune or swallowing gallons of water and then spit in a jar. In recent years, television has gotten worse. Has gotten much worse. It has become a circus cannibal, obscene, uneducated (which Tinelli is one of the main founders, I dare say) where the rating is the number one priority, and is acceptable to do literally anything to be achieved.
10) LOVE IS NOISE. This song by British band The Word is one of the worst I've heard (except of course the melodies of Richard Arojna). Not so much for the quality of the lyrics, but the song itself. Because it is simply unlistenable. Ear hurts like a car alarm sounds again and again. Especially distorted and strange that sound you hear in the background, which looks like the mating call of a wounded alien. And surprisingly, that The Word was one of the best brit-pop bands of the nineties (almost as good as Oasis or Blur). The song "Bitter Sweet Symphony" certainly became an anthem of the times (like "Wanderwall" by Oasis or, at the other end, "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana), but unfortunately The Verbe has failed or even match the quality of this great song. "Love is noise" lives up to its name. At least, that matched, but not enough.
2) INTEGRATED CURRICULUM AREA (ECI). I believe that this matter gets worse every year. Last year, at least he had class. Mala, almost always, but there. This year, not even that. Teachers missed while I think the last class of ECI itself was in late April (we are in October and one week before they finish school). Then there was some more, but the biology teacher was the only one that came in (when they are supposed to be those of three areas: biophysics, biochemistry and cell biology) and ECI hours used to advance issues of its subject. As if this were not enough, it was assumed that the final part was to be a class we had to take us on a topic to nominate teachers and that would involve three subjects ... but lack of time, lack of organization, by laziness, apathy, or God knows what, this will not be able to be. There is no time. Instead, we expected a written part on photosynthesis, which is worse to do on a Saturday morning. Pathetic!
3) THE 151. Travel on this bus is a real pain. A trip to the IPA Gates takes sixty minutes, or sometimes more. An arthritic old using a cane to walk faster than this bus ... Sometimes I see old are walking down the street while I'm traveling and morality comes to my floor. The 151 is the culprit of many of my tardiness. I have to leave an hour before my house to get to the IPA just over an hour. The question is: Why take so long horns? Is it a bus that runs to pedal? Or is that the driver is prohibited from going at a speed exceeding six miles per hour? My only consolation is that it serves is not the only bus that serves me.
4) The neighbor's dog. I'm not sure if it's dog or bitch because I never saw it as a block wall (topped with barbed wire worthy of a movie about Alcatraz) separates the neighbor's yard from mine, but I'm sure of is it is unbearable. Are barking like a drill that can be heard five blocks away. And worst of all, it starts barking from eight at night until one or two o'clock. In this cute animal likes to work at night. Although actually, I think it is the fault of the dog, but its owner. The poor animal passes the clock in the courtyard, have hot or cold, raining or hailing. Sometimes, I hear barking as if entreating to be let go, especially on rainy days or very cold ... I would be surprised to be fed at least once a day. I'm sure more than once, he barked hunger. I hope one day to exchange papers, and is the owner who has to sleep in the yard and the dog on a bed inside the house.
5) PROFESSOR OF EPISTEMOLOGY. I will not mention your name here, because it is not necessary. But it is one of the most despicable people I met in recent years (even though in recent years met a few people despicable, but it would for other blacklisted much longer). From the first day I fell ill. Haughty, arrogant, angry, rude in the way of dealing with students. In a word, inedible. No wonder that most (including myself included) have left their stuff. I think after the first set were not more than four or five people in the class. Too bad!
6) PROFESSOR OF HEALTH EDUCATION. Nor will I mention his name here, but is another despicable people I met in recent years. It seems that runs through their veins no blood, but a mixture of lemon juice, battery acid and pure dislike. The professor of philosophy, presents at least when it comes to class. The EPS (Health Education), however, is incapable of saying "good day." It is as if these two words were not part of their vocabulary. The worst thing is that in ten classes, nine are in a foul mood.
7) THE TEACHER PEDAGOGY II. This teacher is not unpleasant. Rather, the opposite. But what good would that give class ever. Because since the beginning, does nothing to talk about two issues: Silvio Berlusconi and Marcelo Tinelli. I agree with most of the things said about them (for example, that are sexist, corrupt, fascist, among other fascinating features), but it would be better than ever talk about the themes of his art. And then get angry because almost everyone was wrong with the part! (Thank God, I'm not one of these ... I say "thank God" because it is a miracle that I did well).
8) THE DVD PLAYER. Frankly, I do not understand what is happening. At first it worked fine. But for quite some time now, no. It seems that became picky films should play. Because it plays some and not others. It is as if the unit chose what I see and what not, like I have an internal mechanism that allows you to determine which movies contain scenes that may offend the sensibilities of the viewers and what movies are ATP (Suitable for all age groups, no adenosine tri-phosphate, that is). If so, I have to admit that is a really fascinating piece of technology.
9) PROGRAMS "TALEN." I think the word that best defines them is: unbearable. And I write not with a capital letter, but with all capital letters. "Talento Argentino (Argentos Since when have talent? Well is not in this country has a wealth of cultural talent very high. If the best we have to export is Claudia Fernández, Mónica Farro and Osvaldo Laport, is that we're in trouble), "The cast of the TV" (I believe that the Uruguayan is ten times worse), "Singing in the office" and not know what others are all the same crap. They are the perfect evidence of the lack of "talent" TV producers of this country and the neighboring country, which have no ideas (even bad) and have to resort to "ordinary" people to think for themselves. (I think I went too far with the use of quotes. I apologize for that.) And the worst is people who these programs will show their "talent." It's amazing what some people are able to do for fifteen seconds (not just minutes but seconds) of fame. It is amazing to see a whole bunch of under-funded, through a stage, one after another, making the most bizarre things imaginable. And most surprising is that the same people believe that what they do is a talent. I truly believe. They think it's an art hair catch fire as they sing out of tune or swallowing gallons of water and then spit in a jar. In recent years, television has gotten worse. Has gotten much worse. It has become a circus cannibal, obscene, uneducated (which Tinelli is one of the main founders, I dare say) where the rating is the number one priority, and is acceptable to do literally anything to be achieved.
10) LOVE IS NOISE. This song by British band The Word is one of the worst I've heard (except of course the melodies of Richard Arojna). Not so much for the quality of the lyrics, but the song itself. Because it is simply unlistenable. Ear hurts like a car alarm sounds again and again. Especially distorted and strange that sound you hear in the background, which looks like the mating call of a wounded alien. And surprisingly, that The Word was one of the best brit-pop bands of the nineties (almost as good as Oasis or Blur). The song "Bitter Sweet Symphony" certainly became an anthem of the times (like "Wanderwall" by Oasis or, at the other end, "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana), but unfortunately The Verbe has failed or even match the quality of this great song. "Love is noise" lives up to its name. At least, that matched, but not enough.
