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August 8, 2016
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August 8, 2016
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Saltimbanqui
La vida es un hilo delgado en el que te balanceas, y miras hacia abajo, y por instantes el vértigo se apodera de ti, y te
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August 8, 2016
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August 8, 2016
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Ya no estás
La lluvia cayó como mis lágrimas y me acordé de cuando corríamos bajo esas gotas de cristal. Una gota cayó en mis labios, mientras me
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June 15, 2016
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June 15, 2016
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Feedback – best practices
In this post I want to share some of the things I did to provide and receive feedback in my class this year, which I consider
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June 14, 2016
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June 14, 2016
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Teaching reflections about this year
In my previous post, I wrote about what my students had to say regarding their learning and what they consider they needed to improve for next
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June 7, 2016
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June 7, 2016
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My students’ reflections on their learning
On the verge of finishing the school year, I find it necessary and important to ask my students for feedback on my classes and their learning.
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May 24, 2016
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May 24, 2016
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Poema
sin título 2
El ángel me dijo: “Llegó tu muerte” Le respondí: “Llegaste tarde.”
May 24, 2016
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May 24, 2016
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Ya no estás
La lluvia cayó como mis lágrimas. Y me acordé de cuando corríamos bajo esas gotas de cristal. Una gota cayó en mis labios mientras me
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May 24, 2016
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May 24, 2016
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Poema
Tu Ausencia
Hoy el cielo está perfecto, Y sin embargo, El frío me acompaña con tu ausencia. El silencio me da miedo, Porque pienso que todo se ha
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May 24, 2016
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May 24, 2016
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Poema
Suéltame
¡Suéltame! ¿Porqué no me sueltas? Quiero ser libre de tus brazos suicidas que poco a poco, sin darte cuenta, me aprietan Y cada minuto se convierte
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