Essay about "Is childhood the happiest time in a person's life?"

TOEFL pratice essay. Hope it isn't very incoherent.

Life is a neverending journey towards happiness. As people grow up and become adults, they often cherish the times when they were little children as the happiest of their lives, when they had no worries and almost no responsibilities. But is it really true that we will never be as happy as we were during our childhood? I think every person can be as happy during his or her life, if he or she chooses to.

Happiness is a matter of choice, its a way of approaching life in a positive way. It means learning to be grateful for who you are and what you have. It is evident every single human being will go through harsh times, no matter how decided he is on being happy, but his choice can indeed help him approach such times in a better way. Following this definition of happiness, one can choose to be as happy or even happier than he was during his childhood, assuming he was a happy kid.

Regarding chilhood happiness, I believe human beings tend always to think that past times were better, and this fact affects the way we see our childhood. We now think that problems and dissapointments such as not getting an expected toy as a Christmas present or not being able to play a little more in the playground are quite silly, but if you think about it, it means a lot to a little kid. It is only our current perspective that allows us to believe we as kids didn't care so much about it, but maybe we did.

Other dubious assumption one tends to make is that every person had a happy childhood. Maybe many of us had a blessed childhood, with at least a mother or a father, or any kind of relative who loved, cared and nurtured us when we were kids. But this is not the common situations. Many kids go through very harsh childhoods, due to various factors, for example living in the streets, suffering from hunger and lacking a place to sleep at night. Others could live in a dismembered or disfunctional family, or even they could have been abused.

In conclusion, even though childhood may have been a very happy time during a person's life, it doesn't mean one cannot expect to live the rest of his life as happy as he was. It is a matter of choice, which means that, regardless of how harsh or happy his childhood was, any person can long to be happier every day.

Growth and random practice essay

Due to the fact I'm facing the TOEFL this Friday and I haven't written anything in English since probably high school, I'll try to write this little essay in English.

I'm not sure what I'm going to write about.. I just found myself today in a thoughtful state of mind. This weekend I happened to meet a lot of people who used to attend my high school. I met classmates as well as people younger and older than me. This unavoidably led me to feel a little nostalgic and to compare my past self with who I am now.

It is amazing the great deal of things I have lived since then. It's been 5 years!! And even though one remains to be the same person in the bottom, I'm able now to feel a great difference from my younger self.

I've laughed, cried, loved, hated, hurt and been hurt, forgave, forgot, missed, longed for...Every single experience, as simple as it may seem, has come to change me in very different ways, some which I can't yet begin to understand.

I don't know what lies ahead, and if one thinks about it, one can't even be sure if there will be something ahead... xD But I can't help to be thankful for all the people that I've met on the road, I hope I could enrich their lives as much as each of them has enriched mine.

I've run out of ideas... and God... what a crappy essay =S I hope I get to do something better... I still miss my muse... she gave me today a little taste of what was, is not, but mayb will be again sometime maybe...

Over and out _M_

Duda...

¿Se apagará la llama en medio de un estruendoso silencio? Un silencio lleno de sentimiento, ¿miedo quizá? ... O tal vez se irá en medio de un grito de palabras jamás pronunciadas... aguardando su pacífica muerte en el cementerio del olvido... o de la memoria.

O tal vez una pequeña brisa levante la llama de su estado de inexistencia, infundiendole del óxigeno metafórico sin el que una persona moriría en vida

...
O simplemente se extingue del presente pero vive en la nostalgia...

Reflexiones de profesorado

Mmm estoy a escazos 2 días de entrar en una nueva etapa, que siempre he querido experimentar... dar clases. Supongo que es natural sentir ansiedad, tener un poco de miedo, las expectativas... todo lo usual al enfrentarse a algo nuevo. Debo admitir que es un cambio de perspectiva bastante violento, después de 6+5+4(15) años de un lado del aula. Si bien es cierto con las asistencias tuve algún acercamiento, no existe comparación posible a lo que creo que ha de venir.

Surgen muchas interrogantes y expectativas en mi cabeza, y de pronto muchas cosas me son aclaradas. Quienes serán mis estudiantes? Estaré a la altura? Podré transmitir lo que bien se, pero tal vez no sepa comunicar bien? Serán relativamente ordenados o me harán la vida imposible? Y a pesar de los 15 años de realismo estudiantil, como profesor (decente o al menos con esperanza de serlo me imagino) no puedo evitar dejar ir un poco el optimismo que pueda ayudar a todos a aprender el curso con éxito, y que estos aunque sea algunos pocos realmente lo tomen en serio.

Me parece vacilón decir esto siendo una persona que se duerme(todavía juju) en clases, y se pone a hablar caca si la clase le parece aburrida XD. Y es entonces cuando de pronto se comprende el desencanto de ciertos profesores con la educación, cuyo posible optimismo inicial fue abolido a ritmo de indiferencia estudiantil. Y si bien yo tal vez haya sido un mal ejemplo en el aula, tal vez fuera de ella no lo era tanto. Pero de todo hay en la viña estudiantil xD.

Y pues estas palabras no van para ningún lado... e incluso tal vez no tengan ningún sentido ni coherencia. Tal vez en mi cabeza lo tengan, tal vez no... Y no puedo evitar pensar en el proverbio "No hables si tus palabras no son mejores que el silencio...". Espero que al menos en las clases pueda honrar este viejo adagio.

_M_