✨El Blog de Jovy✨

-TENER VOCACIÓN, ARTE, TALENTO PARA LA ENSEÑANZA. -APRENDER DEL ENTORNO, DE SÍ MISMO Y DE LOS ALUMNOS. -DEDICARSE DEVOTAMENTE A LA PROFESIÓN. - RECONOCER CON HUMILDAD SUS FALENCIAS Y EQUIVOCACIONES, Y PODER SUPERARLAS. -EVOLUCION ESPIRITUAL E INTELECTUAL POR MEDIO DEL SABER. - APRENDER DIARIAMENTE ALGO NUEVO DENTRO Y FUERA DEL AULA -APLICAR CREATIVIDAD, ARTE, INTELIGENCIA EMOCIONAL Y ENTUSIASMO EN EL AULA. -SER LEAL AL DEBER... HASTA EL FINAL. - POSEER SÓLIDA IDONEIDAD, ÉTICA Y RESPETO POR LOS ALUMNOS. -APRENDIZAJE POR EXPERIENCIA. -POSEER EXCELENTE DOMINIO TEÓRICO Y PRÁCTICO DE LA DISCIPLINA. -REFLEXIÓN SOBRE EL ACTUAR EN EL AULA. -PROPICIAR UN CLIMA CÁLIDO Y ACOGEDOR EN EL AULA.

A dazzling Angel flew across emptiness, A strange place called nothingness. The Angel held a shining stick like light And drew a glassy colored ribbon Where golden drops were slid on. A dark layer studded with whitish pearls And the biggest one---- with its rounded dress!

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 I had never felt so frightened, yet at the same time I was very excited. The competition sounded very interesting and I was keen on taking part. Of course, I wanted to win first prize and to be well- known. However, there was a problem: I didn't have any idea what to write about. I meant, what to write and how. I wrote texts because I love to write, but I wasn't so talented nor well-read. In spite of that, I wanted to write, to show my work. I knew I might win or lose; nevertheless, my enthusiasm was still aroused. I needed a lot of inspiration to begin. Then I saw my blank sheet without a word, without an idea. My mind went blank and then I began to feel desperate. Soon after, I tried to concentrate on my story. As I was alone, it was easier to receive the ideas. Whatever I wrote, it had to be something unique, special and sublime. Then I thought of famous writers such as Poe, Allende, Rowling, etc. and as if they had revealed me magical words,

When I'm gone, It'll be too late I'll say to you goodbye All is said and done We can't change our fate. When I'm gone, You won't hear from me any more Maybe some time You realise I loved you And your kisses I needed. When I'm gone, Maybe you don't care Whereas I sit in a lonely place Waiting for nobody to save me Looking for a trace Of you Day after day Asking you for chances But you never listened to. Better not staying here Better not loving, dear Don't you know how this love Hurts me This love that never joined us... Written by Jovanna Ovando R.

¿Estás cansado(a) de buscar soluciones nocivas con la medicina tradicional? ¿Estás cansado(a) de tomar drogas y pastillas que prolongadamente te hacen sentir peor? ¿Deseas curar tus enfermedades físicas, psicológicas y/o emocionales utilizando medicina inocua, sin causar daños colaterales a tu organismo? Pues aquí te presento un popular (entre muchos) sistema de medicina alternativa denominada "FLORES DE BACH". Este sistema de medicina alternativa fue creada por el doctor y científico inglés, Edward Bach.     Él como médico, sentía el gran amor y deber de curar a las personas de sus enfermedades. Asimismo sentía gran amor por la naturaleza... Debido a los estudios característicos que posee la Medicina, cuyo conocimiento poseía el doctor Bach, no era suficiente... Quería avanzar más allá... Después de darse cuenta que la curación de sus pacientes, no era integral con los tratamientos convencionales, decidió investigar la homeopatía y también en la naturale

                                                                                                                                                                                        Our planet is damaged. Are we all in time to save it? Do we honestly realize about the scale of the damages caused by the human being? All the changes in the environment, reveal us that our planet is certainly doomed. Since the Industrial Revolution with the technological development, inventions and the creation of powerful factories, the planet has been polluted because of pollutants emitted from them. As a result, the whole nature is affected: Water, air, soil and therefore, the ecosystem is harmed too. Other events are the result of this everyday destruction: Global warming, the melting of glaciers, the extinction of wildlife, forests fire, ozone depletion, etc. Many rulers, environmental organizations and scientists are worried about this situation and try to find solutions for

I wish I could have wings to fly I wish I could look into your eyes I wish my heart could show you are my all, And you're on the other side of the wall And you're on the other side of the wall. If I could kiss your lips And you felt my heartbeats Across the seas and the sky, But you're on the other side of the wall... I wish I could hold your hands I wish  my love could reach you through these further lands, From far away you could hear my call, But you're on the other side of the wall. Si tuviera alas para volar Si pudiera mirarte a los ojos Si mi corazón pudiera demostraste que eres todo para mí, Pero vivimos separados por un muro Pero vivimos separados por un muro. Si pudiera besar tus labios Y escuchar los latidos de tu corazón Tan distantes por el mar y el cielo, Pero vivimos separados por un  muro. Si pudiera tomarte de la mano Si mi amor pudiera alcanzarte desde tierras lejanas Y pudieras desde aquí oir mi voz

A prominent writer turned his life tragedies into a work of art. His pen was a magic wand that portrayed a disastrous world. This writer was Edgar Allan Poe, who has been regarded as one of the greatest literary artist of the last centuries. "The doomed poet" left us a sadistic taste through his book, Tales of Mystery and Imagination. In his stories were revealed a morbid world created with narcotic inspiration. This morbid world was created with one important ingredient: a deep sensibility. This feature of Poe's character was exacerbated by the effects of opium and alcohol. The author mentioned the stimulant in one of his short stories below: In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium dream- and airy and spirit lifting vision more wildly divine than the phantasies which hovered vision about the slambering souls of the daughters of Delos. 1 In this fragment, he saw the beauty of his lover as a halluc

IT'S GETTING LATE I'M GETTING READY FOR MY LONG TRIP MEANWHILE IT'S HEARD THE RINGING OF THE BELL, IT'S COMING MY FAREWELL...

¿Por qué no dejar de creer que los exámenes nos indican qué estudiantes fracasan y qué estudiantes tienen éxito? ¿Por qué no pensar que los propios procedimientos de evaluación pueden ser en gran medida los responsables del fracaso escolar? El examen: es una palabra amedrentadora, que nadie quiere escuchar; ni menos caer atacado por esa arma poderosa y sutil... Un instrumento para manipular, sancionar y sentenciar a la aprobación o reprobación... Un elemento que cuenta con muchos detractores... Una sentencia justa para algunos; e injusta, para otros... Los exámenes son un elemento controversial y contradictorio para muchos estudiantes. Es un instrumento que muchos odian y que ojalá nunca existiera. También es cierto que los exámenes son los indicadores que permiten comprobar el nivel de éxito o fracaso en conocimientos conceptuales adquiridos en una materia específica. Según el formato elaborado en el examen, el nivel de complejidad, el tipo de contenido, la

I stand in my dark room And I whisper your name I do it once and again Burning with love Feeling inside me this flame While you remain invisible Someone untouchable As far as a star Wherever you are Do you hear me? This loneliness is hurting me My heart's bleeding Your love I'm missing Oh please, relieve me of this agony Only you know how... Oh come, come to me now Let me hear the sweet melody Of your voice Oh come, come to me now Don't you feel I'm dying? Rescue, rescue, rescue me Break my hardened chains Take away all my pains. Save, save , save me I can't do it on my own Make me forget, oh hon, That I'm a lonely girl A lonely girl. Don't let me lose that last hope While time passes by I'm still waiting for you The door is open wide I don't wanna be any more A lonely girl A lonely girl. Gimme all I need (Gimme all I need, my baby) You are the one I belong to (The only one) I want you to stay (