My dear Friends

Today I finished writing my Dissertation in order to get my teaching degree in March, and even though I’m happy as hell for doing it, that’s not the reason of this comment.

I’m done with my Dissertation and I’m happy, but I am even happier that I realized I have the best friends in the whole world, and I don’t know what I did to deserve them. I have no words that can describe how thankful I am for having you by my side and being there for me when I needed you the most.

My dearest Joseph, without your help I couldn’t have written that huge paper. Your ideas and jokes kept me going, thanks for taking time in checking everything I wrote and explaining to me how to fix mine and my classmates’ mistakes. My soul belongs to you.

My dearest Daniela, thanks for giving me your support and waking me up every time I was going to fall asleep. Thanks also for asking your mother to help me even though I know she was tired after working all day long, your help was beyond words.

Thanks Pablo, without you I couldn’t have made all the graphics in time. Who would’ve though you silly thing were going to be such a sweetheart with me and even taking the time to call me to know how I was.

Thank you Josellyn for taking your time and asking when I could take my exam of Japanese, you took a burden off my shoulders. Thanks also for worrying for me and helping me to look out for a good job.

Lauren, thanks for taking your time and reading my Abstract, I know it wasn’t coherent…but it was 5 in the morning.

And finally, thank you Sharon for sending me those cute plushies which I received 1 hour later of finishing my work. They made my day even happier.

I don’t know what I did to deserve friends like you, but I hope someday I’ll be able to repay everything you have done for me. I love you guys and I’ll see you around soon for you never leave me alone, even when there’s no one by my side.

Women and Power in 2007

I woke up this morning wondering, why oh why we have a man doing a woman's job. No, the real question is, why don't we have a woman doing Jorge Pavez' job...?

On december of 2006 he appeared on tv saying he was so glad that after 28 years the goverment finally acepted paying the teachers more for having a professional degree.

Wait a minute

28 years?

Men are not meant for dialogue, they were born for action - with one or two exceptions, of course - and wars, and...watching football matches while we cook!

When it comes to arguments, we are the best. We know how to get things done fast and nice, how to get rid of the bitch next door if we don't like her, how to manipulate things in our favour, how to fight dirty in high heels and still look gorgeous!

So we have this Jorge guy who resembles Homer Simpson ,with just a little more hair, trying to convince the goverment to give us more money. If I worked on the goverment I wouldn't give him a shit! If I were Jorge Pavez I would ask my *WIFE* how to get us a good deal. No, even better, I would put my WIFE to do my JOB and I bet she would get us decent salary once for all. If we continue like this, next time we recieve money we'll see Comet Halley up in the sky and maybe one or two flying saucers...who knows. Damn you Mr.Pavez.

Now that we are talking about *looks* I'd like to say something, Chilean *female* teachers dress like hell. No, really, they trully dress like hell.
With their long skirts/pants, the awful make up, the ridiculous piggy tails, the same jacket and shoes they use every day, Blah!. What the hell is going on?! Is it because of the bad salaries?, (Uh oh, Mr. Pavez you again?).

No, I know that we have bad salaries but not as bad as to dress like a scarecrow 24/7.

I remember when I did my professional practice, my students *awww memories* used to love all the clothes I wore, and my shoes, and my boots, because YES! I used to change my shoes and clothes all the time! OMG THE HERECY!.

The fossilised female teachers should understand that looking great is also a way of showing our students it's cool to be a teacher. That is cool to help forming people, and that we are as important as any other professional.

Wearing nice clothes also shows love for the role of the teacher, and I don't give a damn if I sound like miss *Plastic* Hilton. If you look great, the girls will want to be like you, and the boys will er...want to be with you (in the platonic sence of course), the parents will respect you for they'll realise a TEACHER is teaching their kids, *not* a beggar.

So teachers of Chile, lets change Homer Simpson for CEO Barbie and lets get things moving, or prepare yourself for misery, 20 years of bad taste and disgusting piggy tails.

But what do I now, after all I'm mad.