#colorcinabrio writes

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I admit, a part of me doesn’t like to write posts as the previous one because I am afraid it is the same as in my childhood, I am going to scare persons who my thoughts.

You can think I scared and became annoying for the other children in my school, but I scared some adults too.

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The thing is, I am from a family of teachers. Well, both my parents are teachers, one is working and the other changed to other profession but has the diploma of “Escuela Normal“. One of my aunts is teacher too.

I have gotten along with a lot of teachers in my life since my childhood.

Some years in the early 2000′s, one of my parents keep to take me each weekend to one of these capitation centers for teachers and I took the computers for using internet for searching for M.C. Eschers and Rene Magritte art or I keep to read some of the books were in the reception, and if I was lucky, there were cookies there.

That is so rare to see another child, sometimes I see a baby each 2 or 3 weeks.

Then the constant visits to the Education System buidings for different burocratic reasons.

I remember how all the adults keep to say that I was a good child for be so calm and get right the answers of their questions.

I find strange I haven’t find one of these “you don’t know the hard to be in a family with high expectatives“ especific for teachers’ children.

That is bittersweet experience. For a part, there is something about get access to some education resources that are as beuatiful treasures. For other side, you are constanly in test because you need to show you are your parent’s child.

Everybody kept to think I could become a teacher as my parents.

The true is, I didn’t have any idea about my future because I get stressed with that unasked status. I know, it wasn’t so terrible as other persons’ situations, it had their privileges... also this isolation feeling to keep with this “perfect student” image that, if my parents keep to say they didn’t worry about it, I felt they really wanted it.

Fine, let me put this train of thought again in the tracks...

I keep to feel this “get the correct answer″ feelings as a ghost in my brain.

I know there is not thing as a “corrent answer“, but I keep to think it exist.

Maybe it have changed to the “best answer“.

The only thing that I guess that I learnt about “teaching” is you get all the information, put some passion in it and practice some organization skills.

Listen the others as if you don’t know anything, if you do, keep it down until you can see all the spectrum of the theme. Maybe you note there are some parts of the spectrum that you didn’t note before. Maybe some of them are being creating in the moment.

Everything keep to change, sometimes it is similar to past moments, sometimes is anything else.

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Sometimes I am how “I am going to do this PSA-type post for helping in some fandoms about the misconception between nationality, race and etnicity“ but then I am how “but what is I get it wrong for myself? Is my perception of a Mexican citizen of light brown (I guess? I don’t know exactly) who have lived long time just two cities and traveled so few enought?“ and I started to get this inner and long self-analysis.

Anyway, I hope to trying almost to do a list of that type of posts together with blogs for references.

[colorcinabrio]

I am storming my room just for finding that so-called disk that my big brother created with the photos of my mom’s cellphone because I DO NOT HAVE IDEA WHERE I PUT IT!

I detest my mom’s behaviour of get angry to everybody for something that was more her responsability in the general way and my brother’s contant need to fix stuff that no one asked him to do.

Me, the disgusting egoist self-center confused person who replied in a fast way when asked if could put it safe while having a absurd grunge for everything.

SEND HUGS!

I am going to put some nice energic music because I need get all my own angry mood off with some exercices while searching.

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Just for doing references to my RL issues, there is a hen in my kitchen since 5 days ago.

Good thing its is traquil and just eat some of the leftovers and insects as cochroaches and crickets, but the floor is a contant mess because its little craps, I mean literally.

I need to explain there are some roosters and hens and, yes, baby chickens, living in out backyard since some years ago.

I need to explain that my home is in a semi-rural zone, so my backyard is connect with some little farms, but until where I know, there chickens are free, living of insects and grass and some of our left overs of vegetables.

I know they are free birds because they sleep in the braches of one of the higher trees of my home.

Each 1 or 2 months I see new baby chickens in walking with their hen.

Fine, then, there is a chicken in my kitchen and I want it get out there but I know it is like breeding season and the roosters are being mean with this one and I get it is scared and it prefer the home, but I am getting tired of its shit, literally.

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I am going to trying to cook a hot cake saying “Dad76“.

The initial idea was a Reaper mask, but it look som complicated.

Maybe I can write “EDGYDAD“ with the dough.

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If something life have taught me is it is never late for a breakfast dish, especially hot cakes.

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My plan for this day WAS write a long post about why you guys needs to uses more owl motif in Overwatch’s Reaper because there is this Mexican cultural references about these “tecolotes“ are birds who sings the deaths of the persons.

Also, a gratitous mention of “Rango” for using owls in charro outif playing mariachi music about the protagonist’s death because it is from the same reference.