CHAPTER X: EVALUATION OF YOUR BLOGGIN' EXPERIENCE

{Thank You, and GOOD NIGHT!}

Wow. Is this the end of blogging or not? Time flies by! Is not, I know. Well. I must confess I had a Blogger before, when I was fifteen. I used to write a story about bands and romances, but then I realized that the plot was way too similar to Camp Rock and Lemonade Mouth so I decided to quick the story, and obiously, Blogger. Five years later I started to use wordpress, to upload random writtings. But when the english professor said "ok, we're going to use Blogger" I put the same face as the Drake's meme. I didn't like the esthetic of this plataform. 

 But writing in english was such a fun experience. I learned new words and connectors to use in more formal pieces of writting, and it made me write in a more fluid way. Also, I learned little and big things about some of my classmates. In the speaking theme, I'm not fluid as a person borned in a country where people speak english, but the excercises helped me a lot. I will remember the Professor Jordan's killer face when I spoke in spanish when he asked us to speak in english.

In the future I would like to write... I don't know. I just like to write. About everything. But there was a theme suggested in class, "The Soundtrack of My Life", and I found it very interesting... but perhaps no one else did :( -insert a sad violin song here- Maybe more speaking exercises.

A new topic. Maybe... I don't know. What about the best memory we have? That would be such an interesting theme.

PS: The photo it's me very happy using blogger. I know: I'm gifted. 

CHAPTER IX: REFLECTIONS OVER THE STRIKE

{Wake up, you sleeping unaware}

When you're a regular ICEI student, you know when a strike is coming. You just know it because of the signals, and most of all, because of one concept: The Assembly, when all the students are summoned on the Pepe Carrasco Auditorium. I wasn't agree at first with all this strike stuff, I didn't wanted to lose the subjects and the career's rhythm. But there was so much crap goin' on right there, that the strike became a must.

Between all the Chiloe fisherman thing, and the educational reform promised by the goverment, wich was pretty vague, the majority decided to do this. I need to be honest with all of this, I'm not the more concerned and I didn't participate from the strike in a very active way, but I decided to go to a couple of the marchs and the repression right there was awful. And sincerely, that makes me angry. Why some cops punch to students? Because they're disagree with the goverment? Because that were just orders from the head of this country? Is a very delicate theme, because I only have this side of the story. I wonder what do they think. If they think this is fair. If they enjoy go to every march with their shields, and helmets and sticks. If they like to see the angry face of the youngest in Chile. If ALL of them think like that or not. 

Other thing that I would like to say in a short way, may be all the press here. They covered every signal of corruption, or repression, or a mistake made by the powerful ones. And that's so unfair. I think that one good way to protest may be to hack the national television signal and put a video on it, because we as a social comunicators we want to people stop watching the TV. But they won't stop to do it. So the only way is to go there, just like a punch of classmates did last week, interrumping a morning program. We need to wake up, but for that we need to stick together, and I think that's very difficult.

CHAPTER VIII: A SUBJECT THAT YOU ENJOYED STUDYING THIS SEMESTER

{Taller de Crónica y Entrevista}

First, I would like to say that it was hard to pick up just only one subject, because I believe that all of them are interesting (even if they're difficult for me) and also a challenge. But in this one I found something I really like, and a new safe step to my future in journalism. 

Taller de crónica y entrevista is a workshop, and the only specialized subject in this semester. On it we learned how to make a appropiate investigation process, and capture it on a final writting piece. Also I like it because I have the freedom to describe situations or person in my own style, and the most of all is the teamwork. Some of my classmates are very good interviewing, others investigating, and I write the final results. The professor gave us an specific topic and we made the accurate process. 

The most hard work to do was to make a chronic about a outraged politicial. It was hard to contain the thears while we're hearing the testimony. That's the biggest reason why I enjoyed this subject: It made me feel human.

WEBQUEST 2: ENVIRONMENT STUFF, YEAH

      PART ONE, Questions:

Ø What’s your carbon footprint? it is 0,21. Pretty weird, but I think that it's because I live with 5 other people in my house.

Ø What’s the average carbon footprint of a person? 3,78, so much higher than that.

PART TWO, Questions:

Ø Hand washing dishes can use up to 50 % more of water than using an efficient dishwasher.

Ø Only about 8 % of global energy comes from renewables.

Ø True or false? Appliances that are turned off don’t use any electricity. A: FALSE.

Ø Can you make paper out of hemp? A: Yes. Also, it has fewer chemical byproducts, witch it makes it more healthy.

PART THREE:

1) Get a bag for life. I think is very useful, cheaper, and it helps to the environment.

2) Squash the plastic bottles. I didn't knew that tip, is very useful too.

3) Minimize the waist you create by fun package.

WEBQUEST 1: LONDON TRIP!

It's very expensive, but Bunk Inn worth it.

CHAPTER VII: A PERSON ON YOUR FIELD THAT YOU ADMIRE
{"My name is TRUMAN CAPOTE"}

Truman Capote was a connoted novelist borned in New Orleans, on 1924. He had a tough chilhood, because of his parents. They split, and his mother married with a very rich business man, whose surname was Capote. He felt really lonely not only because of his parents theme; he always was different. It must was very hard the fact of being gay in the fifty's society, but Truman Capote could made himself a name because of all of his pieces of writing. He started working for New Yorker, but then he left and started to travel around the world, specifically Italy, Greece and Spain. In the middle of that he wrote a lot of interviews for Playboy and one of his most-known novels: Breakfast at Tiffany's (1958).

But there's one novel that make the difference between him and his other fellows. This may be In Cold Blood (1966), a non-fiction novel. Capote revolutionized the journalism's world, because he found a new way to see it: To tell a story, and between it show the world the problems inside the context that the story develops, in a poetic and literally way.

 CHAPTER VI: A MEAL YOU LIKE TO COOK FOR YOURSELF

{Mushroom Soup}

Not gonna lie: I'm such a terrible chef. I threw salt into a strawberry juice, boiling water to lettuce (because I believed that bacteria were removed of it in that way), and everytime I cook something like spaghettis or rice it ends up burned. I'm being serious. Even I studied cooking for a couple months to change that (and I learned a lot of cooking theory), but is just I don't have the gift, really.

Maybe that's why I like to make soup. But not any soup: an instant mushroom soup, as known here as Sopa para Uno, and particulary that flavor. It's cheap, and easy. And is very suitable for winter, because is warm and salty, and liquid, so it's easier to eat. If you ever get bored of make tea when the rain falls down behind the window, it's your better option! and no, I'm not making advertising! Well. Maybe. The weird fact here is that I hate lentils, beans, and legumes in general, even the home-made soup, but this, it's just... I can't. And is pretty simple, you just go into a store, ask for one Sopa para Uno, buy one, go back home, boil water in a kettle or a teapot, put the content of the envelope inside a mug, and mix the water and the content, add salt to taste, and voilá.

I like it also because when I'm in a sad mood during a cold day I wrap myself with blankets on the couch of my living room, put Orange is The New Black in Netflix and chill out with a warm mug of mushroom soup. Is not like eating chocolate, but is fine. Also, it works for hangovers, a little bird told me that, I swear. 

CHAPTER V: THE STORY OF A PICTURE

{K-BOOM!}

This is a funny picture, and also has a funny story behind it. It was taken by Camila, a friend of mine, as known as "Doña" because of her strong personality. Date of the picture: October 15, 2013. SO MANY YEARS!

Here we were at Monseñor Sótero Sanz street. On the left side of the picture you can see one of my best friends during the high school, Bárbara. She put "cara de malo", because she liked doing stuffs like that. She was really hilarious. Behind, you can see two of my classmates in that time: Proy and Bea. She was holding a mapuche loom, a really hard art assingment. I know the other girls in the picture, but I didn't speak frequently with them. And finally in the middle was the seventeen years old version of me. I was using brackets and also glasses. I was with my guitar too, then I really loved Ed Sheeran, that's why the little paw on it.

I like it because that was a really awesome moment. We were about to take a final test, and somebody called to the school, warning that there was a bomb and would explode soon. So the principal inspect all the bags and lockers on the school, and then Special Forces with their dogs and their guns arrived. All the girls were taked out including me. So I took out my guitar and started to sing and joking around. A group of classmates invented a coreography with a song called "Bomba", performed by El General. Everything was so funny back then, just laughs and smiles.

Now I can barely see all of my friends. This picture reminds me that I miss Bárbara a lot, actually, all my old school friends. And I miss playing music in that way, spontaneous. I like this picture, because I like the memory under it.

CHAPTER IV: YOUR PET

{Steffie}

In home we used to had just two cats, but then came others from outside that wanted food. One of them was Chilindrina. She died because of a tumour, and we were sad, especially my little sister, Amanda, who cried for entire days. We decided to find a new cat and adopt it. 

Meet my other cats: Campano (on the top) and
Gwendoline (on the bottom)

With my middle sister in february went to visit a friend to her job, and in the way we passed through a park. There was a group of friends there, they yelled to us and asked: “Do you girls want a cat?” and that’s the first time we saw Steffi, inside a cardboard box. We called dad and he said “ask mom”. We called mom and she said “ask dad”. But at the end we could bring her at home. 

Is a female cat and is white. On her head she have a gray blot. She is six month old, so she likes to play around with rubber bands, eat lots of food and poop everywhere (that includes my bed. Discusting!) she is an angora cat. She bites strong and screams louder, but is lovely anyways. Oh! And she likes to annoy the other cats in house, Campano and Gwendoline. 

She gives to the house a little more of joy and lots of laughs. Without her, we wouldn’t have that too.

In memory of Chilindrina, 2009-2016, R. I. P.

CHAPTER III: YOUR FAVOURITE PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY

{Hats & Caps}

Okay. If I had been on a television show, it would be probably My Crazy Obsession from TLC, because of my taste for hats and caps. 

A hat is something that you put in your head, a piece of clothing. And yes: is a piece of technology too, because the human being created it. How do you use it... It is simple. You just put it on your head and congratulations! You know how to use a hat (I'm laughing while I'm writing this, sorry).

I have a lot of hats and caps, and I can't remember exactly when I've got my first one. Now I have ten of them. Of course, they are different between each other and I use them in varied occasions. You use a hat in a formal occasion. A cap is more for a daily context. Every single day you can see me with one. I've won a lot of nicknames because of that, like Don Francisco, Chavo del Ocho, vagrant (because I wore wool caps when it was summer, but now I don't) and many more that I don't remember.

I like and use them because I like how I look with them and I feel comfortable using them (even when some people say that I don't look good. Screw them, fashion police). Is a part of my identity. You can recognize me with that ("Hey! You! Yes, you, the girl with the cap!"). Also is practical and at the same time you can look good. It gives you your own style.

Life without hats and caps would be almost the same, but in winter people would have cold in their heads, and in summer they wouldn't look awesome :(

When I was a girl, I dreamed with a lot of things: being an astronaut, a green power ranger, a magician, a life guard, a comic-maker and other weird professions and jobs. Also I wanted once to go to a polythechnic school and study design. 

Everything changed when I met the guitar and writing. I was kinda confused before right about to leave school and get to high school, but something happened in the middle of the way. 

From my "I wanna be a comic-maker" period. 2009.

A language teacher made us to write a description about ourselves. I showed off my work to her and she looked at me in a pensative way, I guess. Then she asked me: "Paula, what do you want to study?" I got confused, so I just shruged and answered that I didn't knew. Something related to communications, like advertising. She holded her look and told me: "Have you even though about being a writer?"

She always was cold and distant. It wasn't common looking her commending everyone, so I was surprised. During the high school I was seduced by a lot of careers, like filmmaking (because I was good with Windows Movie Maker edition, lol), psychiatry (I loved biology, but it didn't loved me back), psychology (I have to admit that Freud is kinda weird... And I can't being sitting on a chair and listening to strange people problems) but the problem begun when I wanted to study music.

In junior year I was decided to dedicate my life between harmonies and strings, but my parents weren't agree with that. Not because they wanted to stuck my dreams, just because they were worried about I would being poor and starving on the streets. So I realized that even if music can be my passion, I needed a second option. I know is not all about the money, like Jessie-J said, but I wanna live well, and for that I need to be a rockstar (wich is impossible),

Me and a cool journalist at Rock And Pop, 2012. It ruled. 

I had communication abilities and I wasn't waste them. So, I ended here. At first I wasn't very convinced... because journalism is hard and it envolves a lot of responsibility. Having information is to have power, and I thought I wasn't ready for that. Many classmates were touched by a social conscience gift, but I wasn't. My first marks sucked. I hated ouputs to go to recording. The rush, the frustration... trust me, reader. I wasn't ready for that.

At this point everything look very dark, but is not. Even I didn't like it I found something I really like: the New Journalism and interviews. I really got interested for both, because they are deep, not in rush like go out and reporting, and make a quick new. I want to tell a deep, touching and over all awareness story, not to buy some information. I'm slowly waking up, I knew before there was something wrong with social issues, but now I understand that I need to do something against this.

Music is still my passion, but I'm married to Journalism, and I'm not gonna change that.

Just here being a poor little freshman student.

Thank you for reading (even if you need to do this)! 

PD: Teacher, I'm really sorry for the word count. I just got inspired!

CHAPTER I: YOUR AUTOBIOGRAPHY

{This is Me}

I was born and raised in Santiago, Chile on  may 15, 1996. I didn't left the city since then. Also I have lived in Macul my entire life. Is a boring commune.

Here is when I ask... what happened to myself?
2003. 

I have two sisters, Rocío (18) and Amanda (7). My father is a hairdresser and my mother is a kindergarden educator.

I started to study on 2000, entering on a catholic school only for ladies, “Escuela Preciosa Sangre”. With my old besties we used to make jokes about vampire nuns. That name was very laughable. When I came a teenager, I ended in a public secundary, “Liceo 7 de Providencia”. Right there I learned that there was so much crap going on with educational issues and that was okay to love someone of your same gender.

Then, I had chosen Journalism, because I really like to write and stuff. And no: I don't wanna show myself on TV. I would love to being an music journalist.

Here with my first electric guitar on 2013. I was so happy!

By the other hand we have my hobbies. I like to play and make music with my friends; I play the bass in a band, but I know how to play guitar, drums and a little piano too. I tried to learned trumpet, but my lungs couldn't handle it. Also I write fiction and more literaly things, like stories or random thoughs.

We're different and the same.

This is a logo that represents Barbara and I's friendship. In the right side of the picture we can see a Panda, because she loves that animal a lot. Also the Panda is happy so is she. It has a ribbon pink on it's head, at the beggining we did it for Barbara's favorite color, but the teacher said that is a symbol of purity, and that makes a lot of sense.

By the other hand we have my side. There's a skull (not for dead, like most people must think) for the alternative music, like punk and rock. Also we can see a guitar because I love music. And my hair is pink too, so we have something in common.

We are divided by a puzzle, that's because we are different but we compliment each other and it makes a perfect circle.

And finally, on the bottom we have a riband with two 'thetas' (greek letters). That is a friend's joke. It all begun when we wanted to make a fraternity, so we made one by ourselves. Below there's a "since 2015" because we met each other in that year.