Reflection about the semester

My semester was very intense because I had a pile of new experiences. It al started in January or February, there are certain thing I don't like to remember/say (well, I'm a fool to point it out). However, my actual semester began in March. Since March I learned to get to know many people (not so much actually). For this reason, I liked this semester. I was intimate friend to many people. I have read very interesting books: I read to "Detectives Salvajes", Jürgen Habermas, Julio Cortázar again. I shared with my cherished ones and friends. I listened to new music, new albums, recommended music. I played the guitar with Isaac and Vicho (classmates from college). I had many lessons of modesty, although I continue to be a bit superb and kind of a cheater. I learned that in order to do new things I must have the attitude (although, I think, I'm wrong). I also learned that Google translator is bad.

Also, in this semester, I didn't learn statistics :c. Sometimes I feel very bad because I didn't like certain attitudes about myself. For example, I was far too much with certain people in the university. I want to change and improve myself . 

"If you want diferent results, do not do the same things". It cannot be said that all days we are happy. No! Not at all. But that we must see the face to the adversity.

And that is the end of the story. Thanks for you attention