It is always sad to say Goodbye

By Nicol Ramos

Hi everyone! Today is my last entree. Well when they told me that we are going to blog, I thought: OMG! I don’t know anything about blogs. I can`t write in English and I’m not that creative. However, turns up that I enjoy writing some entries. And laugh with the things that my partners write. It was a good way to know the tastes of them.

On the other hand, I think that for me it was a good tool because for the first time in my entire life, someone made me write in English, every week. That doesn`t mean that I love it.  I still believe that I is more easy for communicate in an oral way. Because at least it is possible to improvises. Or use your hands and your face. What I`m trying to say is that body help a lot to transmit an idea to other person.

Nonetheless, the most important I lost the fear to write in English. I’m going to keep practicing. But, I prefer to do it in private. Because it is bizarre that anyone can know so much about me. The good thing is that nobody read my entries. And pass as inconspicuous as possible.

I want to close this cycle with all the bad and good things about. But, one thing it is conclusive. This has been a rich experience. Goodbye!

My Experience at University

By Nicol Ramos

Hi everyone! In this post I’m going to write about my experience in the university  and compare it  with all the things that my mom and my grandmother tell me about it.   

As already told you, my mom gave birth when she was a teenager. I remember the notebook with plenty exercises, that my mom has to do every night. She studied commercial engineer.

Back then, what I knew about university it was that people have to study a lot. His friends teach how to make a circular graphic when I was five. I thought that they are like genius or something like that. Because they can answer all my questions.  For example: How is made the T.V or Why it rains?

When I was twelve, my grandmother start to study a postgraduate in the University of Santiago. She used to tell me that students over there were really nice. And they make a lot of parties, and they even drink alcohol. So, I think maybe is no so boring going to the university.

In my experience University has been an adventure. The first day that arrive here, I lost. I been giving rounds for Baquedano for fifteen minutes, to find the stop of the bus. Then when I arrive to the campus, I went to the institute (ICEI) and didn’t knew where it was the auditorium: “José Carrasco Tapia”. I fallow my instinct and I arrive early. But, that didn’t work out so well, to find the classrooms. I get in to other class. I stay for half hour. Even I note the name of teacher and some notes. But when she said: this signature is one of most difficult of the fifth semester. I knew that I was wrong. 

 My first year in the university was great. Everything was so different, even the people. In summary: I made new friends. I found a lot of veggies. And the education is much better that in high school. And I’m still impressing of the library of philosophy or the orchard in Art.

Bye guys! See you in the last post. 

The monsters of my childhood: The ghosts

By Nicol Ramos

When I was little kid I used to go to play to my cousin house every day. She it is adorable. But, she love to scare people. One day she told me a story about “The Phantom of the Opera”.  After that she started to hide behind the doors or the beds and grab my ankles.

According to my cousin the Phantom of the Opera love to sing and whistle. So, when I heard a whistle I scared me.

The other monster was all the demons or the ghosts scared me. Maybe that was caused by the horror films, the stories that the people tell to kids or the catholic religion.

 My mommy gave me a very catholic early education. And they always scared the people with the hell and that kind of things. Then, I grow up, and as everyone. And I started to give logical explications to the phenomenon. Instead of give an animistic responses-children give life to inanimate objects-.

However, I used to imagine good monsters.  Like a huge worm that lives under the ground and cause the earthquake when he moves. And what about you, what are your monsters of your childhood? Bye, bye and see next time!

The pen and the brave of Kapuscinski

By Nicol Ramos

Ryszard Kapuściński it was a journalist, photographer and poet. He was born in Poland, in March 4 of 1932. He passed away in January 23 of 2007. He dies after a heart operation in Varsovia. But, his works, are going to past to the history.

Since the first time that I read an article written by Kapuściński, he became in a kind of a mentor. I was complete fascinated for his books. However, the most important for me, it is his ethical sense. And the way how he encouraged to the others journalists to be better professionals. His advices always help me. For example: smile to the interviewees, because the first fifty second are really important. No mother what they says, you have to have a good attitude and let him speak. It may sound obvious and bizarre. But there are plenty’s journalist that get obfuscated when his interviewees talk about their crimes or say something improper.  Start a confrontation is very stupid if you want to get information.

His principal ideas and advices about how being a good journalist it was see otherness with respect.  Insert in his culture. Read a lot. Learn about others areas, like the social sciences or economy. See the life as a constant learning. Or that is what I understand about it.

Kapuściński travel all around the world documenting the most important milestones. He wrote a lot of articles and books. These are one of the famous works: The Emperor, The Soccer War and Shah of Shahs. He has a unique narrative style. All his books caused discussion and controversy. He was considered like one of the most credible journalist of his times.