Paragraph in general

 

Technologic University has seventeen buildings. Some of them look very good according to the decoration and infrastructure, but there are many buildings which are very uncomfortable because of the lack of air Conditioning in the rooms and also, because they are small.

Another point is the cafeterias, which are very useful when you want to take a break.

Finally, you can find the parking lot for cars and motorcycles

The university is a nice university because you can find new friends, however, it’s not only a good place to find friends because, in our opinion, the staff of UTEC is good perhaps almost all indeed know the way to explain each topic which can be useful for the student, unfortunately not all the professors are good because some of them don't approach the class time, they only arrive to the classroom to do-nothing also when you go there to pay the tuition, their reaction is in a bad-manner

In order to be specific in the academic sector, here in the university sometimes that makes me feel disappointed about programs in the university that program called, "Libre catedra", sometimes it doesn't work, because there lot of people who do not have a perfect idea about what to do and sometimes do not follow a program structure, and in some cases the program is not good structured, and the classes are the same for different sectors, mixing students of English with other f bachelor degrees

 

 Thinks I like to do

 

One of the things that I like to do every single-day is learning by doing. And maybe you ask yourself "what", well, I love to know everything about computers, and sometimes I destroy computers just to know what they got inside. That is just one thing, but most of the time, I like to see what other people do or are doing when they are fixing computers, and I try to do the same, as an example, how to cook, I used to see my mom cooking in the morning, and then I try to do what I see, of course, it does not have the same flavor, but by practicing it, is more than enough, and we can learn whatever we wish.

 

Another thing that I like to do is getting on websites of computer problems or fixing methods, and now I know a lot of information about problems in computer devices, sometimes someone calls me and asks me for help, sometimes friends asks me for computer's problems, and I try to tell them the secret to solve those annoying problems.

I never imagine me doing this kind of job but I like it. I love spending time in new problems and it doesn’t matter if there is no pay for this kind of job, but knowledge doesn't have a price

 

 Learn can be scare

 

“Learning something new can be a scary experience. One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was learn how to swim. I was always afraid of the water, but I decided that swimming was an important skill that I should learn. I also thought it would be good exercise and help me to become physically stronger. What I didn't realize was that learning to swim would also make me a more confident person.

New situations always make me a bit nervous, and my first swimming lesson was no exception. After I changed into my bathing suit in the locker room, I stood timidly by the side of the pool waiting for the teacher and other students to show up. After a couple of minutes the teacher came over. She smiled and introduced herself, and two more students joined us. Although they were both older than me, they didn't seem to be embarrassed about not knowing how to swim. I began to feel more at ease.”

Alligator, a large reptile that inhabits swamps, rivers, lakes, and marshes. There are two species of alligators. The American alligator is found from North Carolina south to Florida and west to central Texas. The Chinese alligator is found in the lower valley of China's Yangtze River. The Chinese alligator is smaller than the American alligator, but otherwise the two species are similar. The caiman is a closely related animal.

Alligator skin makes a handsome, durable leather and is widely used for handbags, wallets, shoes, belts, and watch bands. In the United States the meat of the tail is eaten in stews and soups. Hunting once brought the American alligator close to extinction. Since the 1960's, hunting has been strictly regulated, allowing American alligator populations to recover and thrive. Most commercial alligator products come from alligators raised on alligator farms. The Chinese alligator is endangered due to loss of its habitat and pollution of its remaining range.

 

What a extrange animal

 

Gavial, or Gharial, a large reptile related to the crocodile. The Indian gavial is found near rivers in Pakistan, India, Nepal, and Bangladesh. The male reaches a length of 18 feet (5.5 m); the female, a length of 13 feet (4 m). During the mating season, the male attracts a female by inflating a knob at the end of his snout. After mating, the female lays 30 to 40 eggs in a flask-shaped hole in the ground. The false gavial is a smaller, related species found in Indonesia and Malaysia. Both species are endangered due to indiscriminate hunting.

They are gavials, which are also known as gharials (GAHR ee uhlz). A gavial looks like a crocodile. But it has a very long and very narrow snout. This snout sets the gavial apart from other crocodilians. A male gavial has a round growth at the end of his nose that makes him look rather “creepy.”

A gavial’s narrow jaws are not strong enough to catch large animals. But they are designed to catch fish. A narrow snout can snap shut quickly. And sharp teeth easily hold onto wiggling, slippery fish.

Gavials live in river habitats in India. They spend almost all their time in the water. When they do come on land to bask or to nest, they cannot walk as other crocodilians do. They don’t have the leg muscles needed to stand. So gavials must belly slide or swim wherever they want to go.

The false gavial is a crocodilian with a long, narrow snout. But little else is known about it. Scientists are not even sure if the false gavial is a member of the gavial family or the crocodile family.

 My dog´s life with

I think my dog is about to die. Even if I thought it was worth it I don't have the money to freeze her. But I am curious to know how people here feel about the practice and whether anyone plans to do this for their pet. It seems like a practice that plays into the image of cryonics as the domain of strange and egotistical rich people. On the other hand it also seems like a rather human and heart warming practice. Is pet cryopreservation good for the image of cryonics?

Also, do people who just do neuro get their pets preserved? Will people upload pets? Assuming life as an emulation feels different from life as a biological organism is it ethical to upload animals? The transition might be strange and uncomfortable but we expect at least some humans to take the risk and live with any differences. But animals don't understand this and might not have the mental flexibility to adjust

Things that make us feel embarrassed

 

I’ll never forget the time I received my first traffic ticket. It happened on Christmas Eve at the busiest time of day. My mother, sister, and two brothers were riding in the car with me, and we were on our way to a shopping mall. Mother was afraid we wouldn’t reach the department store before it closed, and my brothers wanted to have a gift wrapped. I wondered how I was going to manage all of this. To add to my problems, the traffic was terrible; cars of all shapes and sizes seemed to be intentionally blocking my progress. I kept thinking to myself, “This car has to go faster,” while I pushed the accelerator toward the floor. I watched the speedometer zip to fiftyfive miles per hour in a twenty-five mile zone. “So what,” I thought. “I’m almost at the mall.” Little did I know, however, that the police were waiting just around the corner for me. The police car for forty minutes as an officer wrote up a very expensive ticket. Afterwards it was too late to complete any of my errands, and I had to face four frowning passengers, who expressed negative opinions about my driving for a long time afterwards. Needless to say, that pale blue ticket will forever hold a spot in my memory.

Mosquito Madness around my bed

I’m drifting off to sleep, listening to the summer night’s breeze rustling the leaves on the oak outside my window. Peaceful. Dreamy. Safe.

I’m almost asleep when a loud buzzing sound fills my ear. A disturbing annoyance cancels all thoughts of sleep, disturbs all peace. Buzzzzzzzz...buzzzzzzzz...buzzzzzzz. Only a mosquito can make that sound. How did it get in here? Buzzzzz...buzzzzzzz.

I swat and slap at this annoying creature. I’ll get it; I know I will. I’ll knock it down in midair and put it out of its misery. That itsy-bitsy pest can’t survive my powerful swipes. So I swing to the left, to the right, above my head, over my stomach, everywhere. I don’t miss an inch of the darkness. Nothing could survive this extreme attack of mine! I probably look like a crazed wind turbine. There, I’m certain now it has to be dead. I had to hit it, with my arms flying everywhere swatting and swiping. It is probably knocked dead, somewhere on the floor . . . I’ll just clean it up in the morning. But now I what to kill you “mosquito”

what is love 

 

I believe that love is the essence of everyone. But in the context of being between two people, it is also a verb. And an action is a choice. Physical feelings are just that—physical. But attraction of the mind, heart, spirit—that’s miraculous. And when you choose to love another unconditionally, without judgment, and regardless of what’s in it for yourself, that’s the fairy tale and when you tell them thinks like this, I will always be close, regardless of distance. I’m always a phone call or a memory away, loving you, and hoping you find peace, love, happiness and whatever else will fill you up and make your life most worth living. Thank you for been in my life. Please accept this as a token of my love and gratitude, and know that what we shared was beyond what language can construct. So far, this is the best I can do in that moment you demonstrate love to someone special

 

 

 

Hate

Hate is the extreme love of anything. As in love, we want to be with the loved one, we want to think feel the love object. Our ego is merged in the wholeness of being with the person, or the object of love. We can say when self-love is less (when we love our egos less, it is love--where we can love others--, where as extreme love of ourselves is hate. We hate to be not loved because we love ourselves to the extreme. We hate our beloved who ditches us, hurts us, because we love ourselves to the extreme that we can’t stop negative destructive emotions for others entering in our minds, saying--I hate her/him! Self-hatred means we love our egos or perception thinking are obsessed by those thoughts that we think we should love to the extreme our mind/mental capability to the extreme. I want to die because I hate myself means--I love my way of thinking and the way I feel and perceive are so right that it's absolute truth childhood days.

  

 

 LOVE one more time

 

 

Is something non-physical but you can feel it, sometimes it’s a sense of happy or sometimes that make you cry nether the both will gave us the complete happiness that we will find in our life, sometimes it make you feel awful, because you think that love only depend of a woman who gave you their complete love, their cares, kisses, they arms or a big huge, perhaps sons or daughters but all the things complete us, the fact that we are still alive or been a successful person but for me it depend only of one thing, live for love, cry for love and died in love those three elements complete my life it doesn’t matter if I don’t have a woman to love because I will felt love by others things by doing my job or the activity that I like the most  but if I have the great opportunity to love a woman and feel this sense of happy, I will do my best to feel it with her in order to receive the safe affection of love

Good momento around pets life

 

The happiest day of my life was when I found my dog Jordan five years ago. We had just moved to an enormous city of San Salvador because of my father’s job as electrician at a hospital. I had to leave all my friends, so I was feeling thoroughly upset. Every day I cried and begged my parents to go back to our old town, but they did not seem to care. They told me that I would get used to living in this beautiful city and soon I would make lots of friends. However, even at school I didn’t talk to anyone and after the school, I immediately went back home and cried till I fell asleep. This situation went on for a couple of weeks. One day I was sitting in our garden and trying to play with stones on my own. Suddenly I heard something like a cry, so I looked around to find out what was going on. Then I saw a cute tiny dog under a tree. it didn’t have a mother and he was hungry. I took him into our house and gave her some milk. After he had drunk some milk, he fell asleep in my arms. After that day, I began to look after him, and he was always with me. Thanks to my lovely dog, lots of girls and boys from my school began to talk to me and they came to our home to play with him. Finally, I had lots of friends! From then on, I had never felt alone, and Jordan and I didn’t leave each other.

My Best Friend

My best friend Marilyn is a very nice girl whom I have known for ten years. One of the reasons why I like her so much is that she has such a nice appearance. She has beautiful long blonde hair and she has a nice haircut, too. Her big blue eyes are like a deep ocean. With her physical appearance, she looks like a movie star. Also, the freckles on her face make her so cute. They remind me of my aunt who passed away a few years ago. Secondly, I like her character a lot. She is a fair-minded person who treats everyone with equal respect. Furthermore, she is very calm and she can keep her temper in the most difficult situations. Lastly, she has some interesting hobbies and interests. She spends a lot of time working in the garden. She really likes planting different kinds of flowers or plants. In addition to this, she is fond of travelling. Although she is so young, she has already visited ten countries so far and she likes bringing souvenirs from these countries. As you can see, there are so many reasons why I like her so much. I hope we will be friends forever.

 Adopting a Pet from the Pound

Owning a pet from the pound or Animal Rescue League has many advantages. First of all, a child feels good about rescuing an abandoned or abused animal and giving it a whole new life. Besides, if the animals from the pound aren’t adopted right away, they might be put to sleep. Having a pet also means lots of responsibilities. A child has to feed, clean up after, brush, and exercise the pet.

 

Another great advantage of having a pet from the pound is the price of these cute and cuddly animals. Pets from the pound cost only a few dollars while pets at a fancy pet store can cost hundreds of dollars.

Once you adopt a pet from the Animal Rescue League, it will quickly become a part of your family. If you are thinking of adopting a pet, you might consider choosing a dog or a cat. Dogs and cats can bring lots of happy times to a family, and they can be excellent companions for a person who lives alone or someone who has lost a loved one. Dogs are also a wonderful source of protection. Cats are funny, and they may help to calm people down when they are sad or mad.

Please consider adopting an animal. If you remember all of the advantages of adopting a pet from the pound, you might find the bird, mouse, hamster, dog, or cat of your choice.

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Peddling On My Own

Learning how to ride a bike for the first time was a nerve racking independent moment. I was about five years old when my sister informed me that I was too old to still be riding a bike with training wheels. That was the time I decided not to depend on them anymore. Even though I had some doubt, my sister and I went outside and started to take the little wheels off my bike. After my bike went through the transformation, I was now ready for the big moment. With butterflies in my stomach, I slowly got on the bike, and with my shaky hands, I gripped the handles tightly. Meanwhile my sister was holding on to me to help keep my balance. I was so afraid the she would let go, yet I was determined to ride this bike on my own. Next with a little push from her, I started to peddle. The faster my bike went the faster my heart raced. Finally I looked back nervously and noticed that my sister let go of my bike a long time ago. I was so excited that I accomplished freedom on my bike that I forgot to peddle. The next step I remember, I was lying on the ground, yet I did not care because of the adrenaline

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Most Embarrassing Moment

The most embarrassing moment of my sophomore year was how I earned my nick name, Crash. It all started right after school when I turned on to the busiest street by the school. First I pulled up right behind this truck at a stop sign. After a second, a fellow older student told me that I was really close and that I was going to hit the truck in front of me. At the moment I was trying to tell the kid that I was giving a ride to to get back in the car because he was hanging out the window. Since I was distracted, I thought the long line of traffic had started to move, but it hadn’t. In the blink of an eye I hit the back of the truck in front of me. The devastation sunk in. I was so worried that I damaged the truck, but all that I did was scratch his bumper. Lucky for him! Then it came time to look at my car. My car was ruined. The hood was buckled, the front end was pushed back, and my headlights were broken. Humiliated and scared, I still had to drive my totaled care home. During School that year, I never did hear the end of what had happened that day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Favorite Family Experience

One of my favorite family experiences was when I went to see Anne Frank’s (a Jewish victim of the Nazi persecution during World War II) hideout in Amsterdam, Holland. I had read Anne’s published diary when I was younger, so I was extremely thrilled to actually have the chance to see where she and her family hid from the Germans for so many months. I walked up the stairs of an apartment building and into a room with only a bookshelf in it. From what I remembered from reading the diary, there was a doorknob behind the books. I found the doorknob and turned it and there was the secret annex. When I stepped into the room behind the bookshelf, I felt as if I had stepped back into history. I found Anne’s room still with pictures of her favorite celebrities on her walls. The Frank family’s furniture was still placed where they had left them in the rooms, everything just as described in the diary. I toured each room in awe of actually seeing how they had lived, yet with sadness to know how it all ended. Anne’s diary was no longer just a book to me, but true heart-felt, emotional life story written by a girl I felt I almost knew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Once In a Life Time Experience

The one day I spent in Morocco, Africa was an experience of a lifetime. When I finally reached Morocco and got off the bus, there were four little girls standing shoeless in the hot sun. After I swallowed my tears, I could not even try to picture this in America as it is not something you often see in the U.S. Meanwhile my tourist guide instructed me not to give them money as it encouraged the children to beg; however, I was wearing four silver bracelets. As I walked over to the girls, their eyes watched my every move. Then I kneeled down to their level while I gave each girl a bracelet. They stood there gleaming at me, for they were pleased. I felt completely in disbelief that this tiny gesture could mean so much. Though this experience was upsetting, and a huge culture shock, it will stay with me forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Worst Day

My fathers name is Robert Oeleis, he died on Aug 28th 2003 of a heart attack. It was about six in the morning I was sleeping restlessly and the phone rang and I missed it then it rang again. I saw it was my fathers house calling to get me up for the first day of school. To my surprise it was my stepmother crying on the other line. This was the start of the worst day of my life in the short seventeen years I had been alive. She proceeded to tell me that my father has had a heart attack and the ambulance had came and got him. Then the horror began I asked he’s ok right he’s going to be ok . With sorrow in her voice she said Jace he’s dead. Know I started crying and disbelief and ran to my moms room screaming and yelling. Later my family gathered and remembered the day that I recall as the worst day of my life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My First Time In The Emergency Room

I went to the Emergency Room for the first time when I was thirteen years old. It all came about when I was skateboarding in front of my grandma's house and I tried to do a trick. I almost pulled it of, but I messed it up in the end and headed to the ground with my hands down. My right wrist was twisted the wrong way in the air when I landed hard on the ground, it just broke it. At first it did not hurt at all, but when I looked down at my warped and twisted wrist , all of a sudden excruciating pain rushed through my wrist and I came unglued. Rolling around on the ground yelling and cussing in pain, my parents saw what happened and came running to my aid. My dad started moving it around saying, "it's not broken," as my mom was saying over and over again we need to go to the emergency room to get the real diiagnosis. After about fifteen minutes of yelling and screaming, I finally got up and held my wrist as I walked to the car. The whole way to the ER the pain got worse and worse. Later I foound out the increase in pain was due to massive swelling against the broken bone. I had to sit in the waiting room for almost and hour which seemed loke forever. After waiting impatiently, I finally got into the doctor's office where I got an X-Ray and found out my wrist was truley broken.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Video game virtual life

 

 

 

 

I stared down at the defeated hero. His words fell from his lips as he looked at the painful wound. The dark villain saw him breathing deeply, grabbing the air with his hands, trying to catch his breath. The dark figure cackled. He slowly went down on his knees, whispered something in the hero’s ear and stabbed him hard in the torso. Silent cries filled the atmosphere. The figure turned to me, covering his eyes with his glove. He crawled over to my body, picked me up and carried me to the hero. He stood and dropped a small device next to my shoulder. I tried to turn to see what it was, but I was too late. The timer rang in my ears, in my soul and the last echo of a sound came from the bomb which exploded in my hands. I roared with pain, blood sliding down my arms. I peeked at my missing arm, the broken knee and the damaged heart. I cried out to my last hope… I stood there once more, watching myself die in the hands of my father.