The difference is made by the student...

Lately, i have been giving math classes... and it is something with good and bad things.... however i guess the final outcome is positive... However, at first i gave classes to this g.irl who didn't catch a thing of what i was saying...it took me months to percive some progress in her... but at first her basses seemed so bad that i really thought she wasn't going to make it.... in the end she did.... and now she wants classes again :S.... and that's terrible... i know that that means i am going to be again upset with her problems in understanding everything....

However, now i know that giving classes is not just about that... it is not about explaining to someone that can hear you talk for almost two hours and understand only two words.... cause the difference is mad by the student...

i just arrived from my g.irlfriend's house.... she was studying math... but i didn't care if seeing her meant helping her studying.... cause the point was i was getting to see her and that's always worth it... and maybe she thinks she is slow at getting things.... but she is definitevely not... cause in her i can see wheather she is understanding or not... i can see a smile if she gets what i am saying... i mean... is not like the other student... just sitting there showing interest but confuseness all around... she really looks for the meaning of whatever i say.... and in the end... difference is made by the student....

≈The teacher≈

A monument to her (Maybe: Poetry 4)

I want to start this by saying that it wasn't so bad yesterday... indeed i felt kind of s.tupid when i couldn't do some of the dancing... however i must say i learned something... however i'm still the guy that perhaps should stay without dancing his whole life.... however i may be getting private classes with her and i sounds good....

today i'm feeling all of my love for her, no matter what happens... no matter if i haven't talked much to her in past days, but i feel love really. And today, maybe i have just a little inspiration, but i just want with my words to build a monument to her beauty, a monument to her smile that fills my heart, to her lips that kiss me from time to time. To her eyes that look at me whenever i am talking, to her lovable, curly hair that she doesn't let me touch. A statue that deserve to save a second of her voice, that deserve to store a little bit of her breath.

Maybe she doesn't write something for me, maybe i'm not good at this either, but i love her and nothing will change that, cause she is perfect, she is intelligent, organized, funny, studious and over everything, she is beautiful!

Thank you! because tomorrow, there will be a hundred days from the day you said yes....Love you! From the bottom of my heart.

≈Diego in love≈

Fears for today

This is something that i have being thinking for a while.... well me and my girlfriend are both in a franciscan youth group, and today's activity is supposed to be dance saturday, so the two best dancers of the group (aka my girlfriend and her ex) are incharge of the activities..... and i am affraid.... cause she is so good at dancing.... and the first time i danced with her was so su.cky, basically cause i am d.amn bad at dancing, and in the end she end up dancing with her ex.... the other time.... i was more nervous.... but she never leaved me.... maybe it was because i was the only one she really knew in the whole room....

Today old fears come back.... she'll be dancing... (My God! I really like when she dances! she is great... i just love to see her moving) and i know that because of the kind of activity she won't be dancing with me.... but that's not what i'm affraid of.... she'll see me dance... how convinient... she'll get the chance to see once and again how bad i am at it.... she'll look at me... and i know that she will think that she could be with someone that shares her abilities at dancing.... she'll know that after all... in that department i'm not right for her...

I hope things go ok.... but i don't really know what will happen....

≈Not-dancing me≈

Learning to appreciate inventions

Three days ago you could ask me what was the most important inventions of the humanity i would probably say computers or maybe transistors (maybe others will ask if love isn't between those.... and i must say that love is so perfect that i refuse to beleive it was created by human nature) but something happened... now i must say that the most important invention of humanity is the security glass that is present in the windows of any car... yep, that glass specially disigned to break into not cutting pieces if it has to break at all....

What happened? ok... it was yesterday, i had just entered the last bus that would lead me home, to rest.... i was happily sending a SMS to a friend... and then a big noice filled the bus... suddenly i found myself surronded by pieces of glass... and some of them were all over my head.... i reacted and clean my hair... and moved to a seat in the other side of the bus to try to get a clearer picture of what happened.... it results than a stupid guy in the sit right behind me tried to open the window... and i don't know how (maybe it was a little cracked or something) it broke.... cleary i resulted unharmed... thanks to a mayb useless invention... we should learn to appreciate every invention we have around.... even when sometimes they look useless....

≈Fatalist≈

The meaning of a rose

(Poetry 3 inside....)

Today i gave Her a rose.... everybody kept saying how a nice gesture it was... without knowing what is inside me... a rose is so important, it was the second one i have given, and the one i meant the most from my inside.

A rose for her

I gave her a rose, for her to know that i love her.
i gave her a rose, to surprise her.
i gave her a rose, to draw a smile to her face.
i gave her a rose, to make nature say hi to her beauty.
i gave her a rose, cause it's Valentine's day.
i gave her a rose, cause three months have passed.
i gave her a rose, for each second my heart beats for her.
i gave her a rose, cause she is my joy and my heart.
i gave her a rose, cause she never betrays my heart.
i gave her a rose, cause she deserve it.
i gave her a rose, cause i love her.

Many reassons i had,
and many moved my hand,
but in the end i gave her that flower
for being herself,
for opening her heart to me.


Maybe some of you are asking yourselves how it took me three months to give her a rose.... maybe you my love are also asking that... i'll try to explain myself: i didn't want such a present to be a shallow gesture, i gaved one b4 meaning just absolutely anything i just wanted to search for a simple present for that person... and i regreted that choice for long time.... now i wanted it to be special to mean something, to be worth of memory for years, that's why i wanted to surprise you, to give it to you exactly when you less expected to receive something, when you expected not to find me there... when giving it to you meant from the bottom of my hearth my love for u...

≈Romantic me≈

84

Some months ago, i started giving math classes and i got frustrated, with all my effort i tried to make my student to understand and in the end she failed the test i was helping her with.... things were kind of sad, and with some difficulties i asked myself if i was going to try to prepare her for her last chance to approve tenth year.... i knew that i couldn't fail as a teacher again, it was her last chance, and again she asked me for classes.... with fear i accepted, i really felt that with more time i could make her understand the precious world of algebra and functions. One week b4 her test, i evaluated her... and thought that i would fail again, she seemed to show no advance... things were lost for me, again i thought of quiting the idea of teaching math, maybe i was just good enough to understand it by myself, but completly a failure in transmitting that knowledge.... but, with many advices i took, i decided not to give up on my responsability, i armed my right hand with patience and the left one with discipline, i made her study more at her house, i created tons of excercies, i even thought of new ways of explaning the simple theory of functions, even making it simpler... in the end, i was certain of something, if she didn't aproved the test, it wouldn't have being my fault, i did really my best... and she had shown quite a progress... i felt well with myself.. but nothing had pleased me more than her call, two days after her test, she was happy, really happy, and in between her cheers of happiness she babbled: "I got an 84" (the only thing i understood of that sentence really was more like "I... huh... 84", but i knew what she meant) In that moment i felt that maybe, just maybe i'm good at this...

≈Satisfied≈