Estou na reta final da minha dedicação à língua de bárbaros, vulgo o inglês. Foi um longo caminho que começou lá quando eu era adolescente, passou pelo primeiro e segundo grau, e está para acabar até o final deste ano. Depois disso já me considero devidamente educada neste idioma, e pouco me importa o que digam os especialistas. De lá para cá produzi muitas pérolas em formato de redação que quero compartilhar com vocês. Todas, of course, devidamente corrigidas pelas minhas diligentes professoras. Percebam a sensível evolução desta humilde aluna. É incrível como fui conseguindo dominar esta besta fera lingüística. James Joyce que se cuide!
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“My School
My school time is in the past. But I have good memories about that, specially my college time. I studied History in USP years ago, precisely ten years ago. I liked what I learned there. But I liked more who I met: my friends. It’s the proof how intense were those days
I don’t remember many things I learned there (and I hate when somebody asks me “when or how did it happen?”) but I have a history feeling. I know when something is tendentious. And I need to understand the facts in a precise context. Finally, I became a good researcher.
What about my school? Well, it was a good school. My best capacities I developed there.
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“My School
My school time is in the past. But I have good memories about that, specially my college time. I studied History in USP years ago, precisely ten years ago. I liked what I learned there. But I liked more who I met: my friends. It’s the proof how intense were those days
I don’t remember many things I learned there (and I hate when somebody asks me “when or how did it happen?”) but I have a history feeling. I know when something is tendentious. And I need to understand the facts in a precise context. Finally, I became a good researcher.
What about my school? Well, it was a good school. My best capacities I developed there.
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