So I’m about six lessons ahead of schedule on my online course.
And that means finally catching up on everything I missed this season on Doctor Who.
Stargazing At The Elqui Domos Hotel In Chile | Designed by RDM Arquitectura | Photos by James Florio
In the heart of the mythical Elqui Valley in Pisco, surrounded by the Andes Mountains, 500km north of Santiago in central Chile, lies a magical place that allows for star-spangled dreams beneath the clear pure sky. Combining stargazing and specialized astronomic tours with night-time horseback riding, meditation and even tarot readings, Elqui Domos is a hotel quite like no other.
It was completed in 2005 to fulfil its owners’ desire to observe and enjoy the grandeur of the one of the world’s most star-filled skies. It is one of only seven astronomic hotels around the world and the only one in the Southern Hemisphere, offering breathtaking views of the magic skies draped over the Elqui Valley (the valley is renowned for its sharp, clear skies, as it happens to sit under one of the clearest atmospheres in the world). The lack of rain and pleasant weather all year round set the perfect conditions for astronomic tourism, where guests can gather to enjoy a unique chance to liaise with the stars.
(via Yatzer)
I went over to the Yelp! page of Amy’s Baking Company and
oh my god
NOOSE BURGER
Extra-curricular activities were a huge part of my life in junior high and high school, so I’m a bit bummed that the only activities my future school offers are volleyball and football.
Sigh. I suppose after my first year, I can talk to my principal about starting piano lessons or a creative writing club or maybe UIL Literary Criticism and/or Ready Writing.
Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:
I want that to be the final line of my biography.
Oh my goodness, in which play is this??
-Joyce Carol Oates
Oh, how I wish I could draw.
It would certainly help get my graphic novel idea off of the ground.
A student is told she can not use her Spanish-English dictionary to help her on the Reading/LA portion of her state’s standardized test. Spanish is her native language; she isn’t fluent in English yet by any stretch.
Unsurprisingly, upon hearing the news, she is in tears.
This test matters, you see, and she knows it. It is a reflection of her and her teachers and her school and her. And she is knee-capped, by a language barrier, which measures nothing.
This is story I would like to start over, and re-write it like this: A politician sits down in a classroom to tell a Spanish-speaking student that she may not use a dictionary to help her translate a high-stakes test. He thinks he just needs to explain it right — those teachers just haven’t been explaining it right. So he explains first and then he watches her eyes pool with tears. His eyes widen and he starts to see.
And then, we’ll see how this story ends.
As a future teacher in the RGV, this is something that worries me.
