To be printed and posted in every corner

Now I see I hate the Portuguese educational system even more than I did before.

Honestly, I used to think it was something like this:

Listen (or not) to the teacher. Memorize for the test. Forget. Listen to the teacher again. Memorize for the other test. Forget. Listen to another teacher. Memorize for the test. Forget.

But I've understood that, as if this wasn't bad enough, I was missing the worst part of all. The "let's make it easier, shall we?" and "I'm so petrified by the idea of making my students think" part. This fever is tempting and we end up sinking in laziness and uselessness.

School was supposed to teach people not only Chemistry and Maths but also how to think! And we're not even learning Chemistry and Maths properly! It's no surprise that this country is in such a bad shape. If we grow up surrounded by this "the easier the better" philosophy wherever we go, what kind of citizens are we supposed to become? We're being turned into (bad) copycats every single second of our lives and that's depressive.

The worst problem of all: it starts in school but it has already spread to the whole society. It's EVERYWHERE.

So, basically, what I hate so much is not the educational system itself (which is only disgusting and even somewhat offensive) - it's the national philosophy underneath it.

yours,

millou

A little break dedicated to meditation and introspection

To compensate the amount of posts released 3 weeks ago, I've been (once more) absent for these last days. Ok, weeks. I've been busy (studying...). The truth is that, busy or not, I don't have that much to say right now and I'm simply living my life, listening to my music and feeding my dreams of becoming a member of JSD (if you're not Portuguese you won't understand and, I'm sorry to say, I don't feel like explaining). Yesterday I would be offended if anyone questioned my happiness but now the hysteria is gone. Maybe I'm just tired, but the truth is that there are so many little things to worry about right now that I'm not able to keep myself above all the daily trouble. So many annoying little things, about the people you see everyday, about the people you wish you saw everyday, about this girl who's really getting on your nerves and that boy you can never catch. You just try to become better and better, but sometimes the process is too slow! And, even if you try to forget it, for yourself and for the others, you can't. It's real and it's there. I think I've mentioned it here before, but I still doubt I've got my karma and "happiness tower" (that was the expression I used here) back. I don't feel as confident and loved as I used to. But I'll get over it. It just that it's taking too much time.

P.S - Tomorrow I'll be smiling as I turn my face to the sun, as I do everyday (when it's sunny, at least). I'm not sad (in fact, I am happy), I'm just remembering the background of my happiness (and sharing it with you, apparently).

yours,

millou

Political chaos in my country... ih ih
New times are coming!

Ah ah!

(I've been reading my posts from a year ago and that's all I have to say. Evolution is such a pretty thing...)

P.S.

New blog design. Spring is coming and I thought it would be nice to add some color... Comments and suggestions are accepted!

Ne me quitte pas

Because some things should never be left unsaid...

Ne me quitte pas.

Feeling...

...desperate to write a story and start a new Portuguese blog.

Post mini-holiday

Hello!

I've been to Algarve and now I'm back at home, even though it feels like home there. I missed it, I guess. This kind-of-holiday thing is lovely and it gave me much more time than what I thought three extra days could give me. Time is just slower on the countryside. You don't have your usual stuff, you're not locked in the same divisions day after day, doing almost the same things... you just have the time to stop and think and feel yourself there. It's really nice to step out of the routine for a while and take a long look at things.

Well... take care and enjoy the mini-holidays as much as you can.


yours,
millou