I'm not sure what I took out the calculator, or rather opened the Excel spreadsheet, and started average and estimate my chances I had to keep (or increase) in what was left of the race. But when I started in 2008 already had a clear objective: to receive more than 9.50 (in the degree, and before I knew that teaching materials would cost me quite had decided not to consider).
From one point of view, 2008 was a year of goals met, period. I wanted to finish the course and did, and actually quite enjoyed the majority of subjects. After so many years listening to talk about it, I finally met at the seminar Vedda trivial literature, and regretted not having studied German, although which is a priori literature does not interest me. In turn deepened my interest in premodern points during the pleasant Renaissance literature course and seminar taught by Ciordia Erasmo.
curriculum and also wanted to gain more work experience presenting at conferences, and actually introduced me to three: in the UBA (Sade and Nature), University of La Matanza (Petrarca and image theory on love courteous and incipient Renaissance art) and UCA (Sade and Diego de San Pedro). I think that all was fine, although there is no doubt that in the UCA I got more nervous than necessary.
In general teaching makes little sense talk (and I did not speak English at a distance). I can only mention a couple of times per month, before the theoretical, went to the telo of Yerbal and Rojas with a kid who never knew my real name.
Then, having fulfilled these objectives, and keeping my job situation stable (although near the end of the year I had some strong discussions with my employer in relation to an alleged error I had made with data from Pakistan), one might think that the year was as good as possible. But there was another thing, that he began to take shape in 2007 had finally become a source of anguish: I knew I wanted to do research but ... I had no idea what to investigate.
The increase in my social life had contacted me with a frightening reality: Most of my friends (even those who were 2 or 3 years younger than me!) And participated in lectures and seconded, but directly as assistants second, or were already performing various scholarship, or publishing books, or making critical projects, or in short, doing something . During the first two thirds of my career I thought he was actually doing everything possible, working and studying, I enjoyed the race and I even got good grades. What more could you want?. But now I realized that yes, indeed you ask for something more. A something.
And to top it off, that something is almost all . I soon came to an obvious conclusion: the vocational crisis had not experienced at 17, or 20, or at 22, finally arrived at 24-25. The middle-class Western culture a rocket puts you in the ass when you go to preschool and I had known how to administer the powder to make a clean, straight road with no incidents of any kind (never got sick from something more serious than a sore throat Puan my whole life and never had a fever since high school, never missed a class a week, maybe even half a week, and as already noticed, never closed less from 9 matters not didactic.) But now with gunpowder or not she had to get me a new rocket. And this was the truth . But where is he?.
closed my eyes. I was the clueless when I asked why I failed at this or that assignment and I repeated my self-conscious phrase: stick to the plan . Now the plan was received. Well, let's do that. However, I finished the year a number of monographs and I must accept that not end before 2009 under any circumstances.
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