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In Memory Of My Mother Marina

  • Posted on April 26, 2021 at 5:18 pm

The image of the nosy mother is always present in the minds of most people. In my case also it was so early in our marriage, but then the thing was completely different. Five years before my mom Marina (my mother) left us to meet with our Lord Jesus Christ, as we became inseparable, our relationship was so intimate, that she always said that I had taken, but without inheritance. We got married by religious one October 16, 1982. Adriana (my wife) always lived with his parents when we got married her father had died, and only left the house: her mother, her elder brother, separated from his wife, also a brother older than she is single and a brother also higher, who lived in the house with his wife and two daughters. Al married his mother suggested that we stay to live in the house because she said to Adrienne, who like her daughter who was not her daughter lived at home, more so she was entitled to live in it. I think it’s normal for the mother to behave a bit sullen at first with his son, because a stranger in the house, always going to inspire a little discomfort, it is logical to understand. And even more, if that son was a person who only worked on weekends at a rock musician, and the rest of the week is the passing of “vague”, it was normal that he found it a bit shocking case. The relationship with my brothers has always been shocking from the beginning (so far) if for Adriana’s mother was unacceptable the way I work, for his brothers was more yet.

Improving Classes

  • Posted on September 4, 2017 at 11:11 am

First of all let me say that I had never thought of a scoring method. I simply tried to make my classes and do it the better. You do not know everything that I tried to prepare a good class, there were many books I read and abstracts pulled. Of course at first was much more difficult. Already after the material was always available because the material of the first year I served for the second and third. I at that time was very orderly. Jealously guarded all the papers and he could use it forever.

Never I came to losing a role. Finally, both use the leaves that had written in my classes, they changed color and began to break around the edges, but still remained siendome useful. But back to your question. You did not ask me how he prepared me to make the classes but how did the exams. I wanted to mention, yes, my efforts to make a good class for you to have an idea of my sacrifice and my devotion, but above all to understand why it was so demanding. How would not be tough on students when I worked so hard to give a good class? How was I to accept that after so much sacrifice on my part the students did not respond the same way? Was not fair chance that after all the interest that I put they were not able to give the lesson? Some brave students were able to respond to examination as was required.