The Language Chronicles: El Choro Lingüístico 💬

Primero que nada, Feliz 20 de Noviembre para México. No sé si se diga "feliz" o no, pero ya lo dije. Hoy hubo muchos desfiles en México por motivo de la conmemoración de la Revolución Mexicana y por supuesto que hubo puente en muchos lugares de trabajo y escuelas. Lo siento por mis exalumnos y compañeros de trabajo del IEST, ya que como es escuela privada no hay puentes. "Sorry for you," dijo Niurka. En fin. Después del breve reconocimiento a nuestra patria, para los que somos mexicanos y para que vean que no somos elitistas (jaja eso qué?) paso a relatarles un poco de las preparaciones para Thanksgiving. Como muchos de ustedes ya sabrán, tenemos vacaciones de Thanksgiving aquí en GSU por cuatro días hábiles empezando el 24 del presente, que es un martes. Lo que nos da, incluyendo sábado y domingo, seis días, muy buenos eh! El día de Thanksgiving en sí es el 26 de noviembre. Si estuviéramos en México ya se habría hecho un puentezote desde mañana sábado 21 hasta dom

As many of you might know already, I applied for a scholarship offered by UPN (Universidad Pedagógica Nacional) and GSU (Georgia State University). Well, guess what? I got accepted! So, basically, what I had to do are many things in order to get ready to go abroad and live in Atlanta for 15 whole months! Do you have any idea how much that is! Anyway. Time flies when you're having fun, and so far everything's been ok. On the 8th of August, I shipped out from Tampico and took a bus to Monterrey. I arrived there the same day at noon. Monterrey is AWESOME. That's the only thing I'm gonna say because I wouldn't be able to stop talking about it if I really got started. I stayed in Monterrey for a whole day, and then I'm supposed to take my plane here: MTY-ATL. Posted originally on August 15, 2009

Published originally on January 8th, 2010 Hit by the acute economic crisis during Carlos Salinas de Gortari in Mexico and with the added pressure of a false accusation at his job, which those who know Mexico might sadly know that they often happen, my Dad was lured by “the American Dream.” My uncle knew that my Dad had a family of four to feed back home, so his reaction was of course to help him come to the USA. Three years passed when my Dad realized that he had to go back to Mexico only to bring us to the USA. My older brother was 14, I was 12, and my younger brothers were 7 and 6 respectively. My sister was born here . I went to middle school and high school, from which I graduated with honors. Deep down, I was convinced I was going to work in something I did not like for the rest of my life, as my father was. However, my dad had always instilled in us that we needed to get an education. He and my Mom would always set themselves as examples of people who unfortunately could not get