La Plaza de España

La Plaza de España es una plaza muy grande en Sevilla ubicado en el Parque de María Luisa, y es un monumento muy renombrado. Aníbal González fue encargado de la construcción de la plaza en 1929 para la Exposición Iberoamericana de Sevilla. Muchos países vinieron a Sevilla para la Exposición, y Sevilla quería causar buena impresión a los países. Ahora, hay oficinas del gobierno en el edificio, como la Oficina del Extranjeros donde tuve ir para mi TIE. Algo interesante sobre la Plaza de España es que es el tamaño de 5 campos de fútbol -- ¡muy grande! También, se filmó un parte de Star Wars allí. No puedo encontrar alguna plaza similar en los EEUU. 

Aquí está algunas fotos que yo saqué de la Plaza de España:

Encontré mi información aquí:

http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2010/06/18/andalucia_sevilla/1276847752.html

http://www.andalucia.com/cities/seville/plazadeespana.htm

Personal Post #3 -- Expectations vs. Reality: Homesickness

“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” 
― Jodi Picoult

Welcome to my first (of possibly many) "Expectations vs. Reality" post. These are going to be a bit more serious than my other posts. I have had a less-than-glorious past with expectations (they're the bane of my existence), and that doesn't seem to be any different here in Spain. However, over time I have (slowly) learned how to deal with my absurd expectations for everything, and I think writing about them here will be helpful not only to me, but also to people who might want to study abroad in Spain. I know I'm not the only one with expectations.

On that note, let's begin. This time, I have chosen homesickness as my topic. Why? Simply because I've been a LOT more homesick than I ever thought I would be. Spain was supposed to be my escape from home...I'm not supposed to miss what I'm trying to get away from! Let's have a look at what my expectations were for homesickness:

1. Maybe would miss my friends a little
2. Maybe would miss Sweet Briar a tiiiny bit
3. Definitely wasn't gonna ever say "I wish I could go home"
4. Basically, wasn't gonna be homesick -- end of story

As you can see, I essentially thought I would have a heart of steel and wouldn't be bothered by being thousands of miles from everything I know and love. But you know what? Steel rusts. 

Let's look at reality:

1. Missing my friends a lot
2. Missing Sweet Briar so much
3. Definitely have said "I wish I could go home" at least 3,206 times this week
4. Yeah. I can officially say I've been homesick.

I think it's safe to say that reality slapped me in the face. Ugh. I wasn't supposed to be homesick. I've never even been homesick before (okay maybe when I was really little). I mean, I wasn't even homesick when I went to college. Needless to say, I was super unprepared for these feelings...so unprepared that I was in denial at first. I had felt little twinges of homesickness here and there, but I thought, "Me? Homesick? Hahaha, nah. Maybe I miss some things, but who cares! No big deal." Admitting that I was homesick would mean that I was weak, and I did'n want that. But it got harder and harder to ignore.  Little things like a text from my friends or an announcement email from SBC would just make me want to cry. Homesickness became the only thing I could think about, and it was really getting me down.

I especially was (still am) upset that I'm going to be missing SBC's beautiful campus this fall (taken during the fall of my freshman year)

Once I finally came to terms that I was in fact homesick, I was really mad at myself because I didn't meet my expectations (this is the cycle I get trapped in: too high expectations, don't meet them, get mad at myself, repeat -- see why they're the bane of my existence? Bleh). Also, admitting that I was homesick made me feel stupid (newsflash: it doesn't make you stupid). So, I tried talking myself out of it: I told myself it was stupid to waste my time in Spain missing home. I told myself that this is a once in a lifetime experience. I told myself I won't be here forever. Nothing really seemed to work, and I wasn't a happy camper. Speaking of campers, how could I spend all summer dealing with homesick campers and giving them little pep talks when they felt super homesick, but I couldn't talk myself out of it? I was beyond frustrated, so finally I asked myself, "Why am I even so homesick?"

After a while of pondering this question, I came to the conclusion that maybe the problem wasn't that I miss a ton of things in the US. I'm really good at getting over stuff like that. I think it's more from feeling "trapped"-- I literally cannot get to the things that make me comfortable (unless I want to give up my dream of studying abroad in Spain along with all of my other goals I have for myself while I'm here, and there's no way I'm going to do that). Everything in Spain is new and different to me, and after a day of strange new experiences, when I just want to be surrounded by things that are familiar to me, it's impossible. Everything I am comfortable with is about 3,877 miles away from me.

Thanks, Google.

After a while, something inside of me finally clicked. I got up one day, went through my day, and then as I was writing in my journal that night, I realized I hadn't even thought of home all day! I wish I had a dramatic heart-warming story of how whatever inside of me clicked, but I don't. I really don't know how it happened. Maybe school distracted me. Maybe it finally sunk in that I'm stuck here until May. Maybe I realized that being homesick isn't going to make my stay here very enjoyable. Maybe I figured out that I have junk to get done, and letting homesickness hold me back from succeeding and meeting my other (probably overly-high) expectations I have regarding school wouldn't be the greatest idea. Maybe I just got tired of making myself feel bad for something that I can't really fix. Maybe it was the wise words from my best friend: "This year in Spain is only happening now, and even if you go back there later, you will never have this exact experience again, so you gotta make it count...because as soon as you get back to SBC, you're gonna be telling me how much you miss all the cool things in Spain!" She's really all about being mindful of the present, and I have to say, she has a really good point.

So yeah, I'm not really too homesick anymore, and I realize that being homesick doesn't make me weak. I think I'm pretty strong for even deciding to do this in the first place. Sure, I still miss my life and all the comforts of being in America, but what can I do? If I went back to the states today, I wouldn't do anything very interesting. I'm sure I'd be bored within the first two hours, so I really just need to be mindful and live in the moment while I'm here so that I can create wonderful memories of being in Spain. Spain can be my home too, and with some time and patience, I'll be just as comfortable here as I was back in the states.

Personal Post #2: A Hangry Venting Session

I can't even deal with today. I am choosing to dedicate my weekly personal post to my hot mess of a day I had when applying for my TIE (Tarjeta Identidad de Extranjero), aka a Foreigner Identity Card.
Here goes:

Today started off pretty great. I woke up to the awful sound of my alarm, but I wasn't super tired! Plus, I was especially excited for breakfast. Instead of my normal, filling (and what I think my host mom considers "bland") breakfast of pan tostada (toasted bread) and peanut butter, I made pan tostada with yummy apple butter I brought here from the Rockfish Gap Country Store in the good ol' Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Little did I know, this would cause some problems for me later. But anyway, after I ate, my roommate and I set out to the University of Seville for our official welcome! The walk was drizzly and cloudy -- a little annoying but not too horrible. Once we met up with the rest of the group in front of the main entrance, we toured around the building and learned where the Pabellón de Portugal is (the site where we'll be leaving for a few of our JYS excursions). Eventually we went inside and took our seats for the Bienvenida.

Side note: There was a translator at the bienvenida, which I found quite interesting...people are gonna be struggling if they need a translator for that. 

After the welcome, which was really nice, I found Calee and Timo, two other JYS students who are staying for the year who also need a TIE, and we headed down to this little reception they had after the welcome. Of course, I couldn't eat anything offered. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but I was sooo hungry already (and it was only 11am and we don't eat lunch till around 3pm!). I really wished I had packed a snack. I had to suck it up though, because we had to go to the Plaza de España, where la Oficina de Extranjeros (Foreign Offices) is located.  Neither of them had been to la Plaza de España before, so I led them there. However, I only knew one way to get there, which happened to be the super long way...oops. But it was really nice to see the looks on their faces when they saw the Plaza for the first time, though! It's pretty magnificent. Here's a panoramic photo I took about a week ago when I was there for the first time (but this photo doesn't give it justice -- also, ignore the random people to the right):

So, as you can see, that building is huge. We had no idea where the police station (where we were told we needed to go) was, so we just made a guess, walked up some steps, and turned right. This is where things started to go downhill. We wandered around aimlessly for a few minutes, and then Timo decided to ask a security officer where we were supposed to go. While he was doing that, I was drooling over stuff in a vending machine while trying to decide what in there was vegan. There were these weird corn things that looked like they'd be vegan, so I excitedly put in my .40 cents and watched the little metal wheel spin...only to be extremely disappointed when they got stuck. Por supuesto (of course). I was so hungry, and the stupid vending machine was teasing me! I tried shaking it, but my weakling arms didn't do diddly squat (also I was afraid the security officer would be mad at me for messing with the vending machine, and I totally didn't wanna get yelled at in Spanish). So I gave up, and Calee and I followed Timo where the security officer directed him. Finding the office was a little difficult, but we finally got there. But what did we have to do when we got there? Get a waiting ticket. What number was I? 61. What number was currently being called? 44.  I was upset about that for about 30 seconds until, low and behold, I spotted yet another vending machine.

By this time, my stomach was pretty much eating itself, and I thought, "Yes! A second chance!" So once again, I put in my .40 cents, and this time I tried to get some peanuts. I stood there in front of the vending machine, anticipation seeping out of my pores as I watched the little metal wheel spin, only to have my heart (or should I say stomach) ripped right out of me. The freaking peanuts were stuck. THE FREAKING PEANUTS WERE STUCK. My snack, my key to happiness and sanity, was just hanging out (literally), completely untouchable, through a glass window in a vending machine. How could that happen to me twice in a row within 5 minutes on two different vending machines?! I was hangry. 

Don't know what that means? Let me help you:

Thank you, Urban Dictionary

So for the next 30 or so minutes, I sat in a really uncomfortable chair in the waiting area while blankly staring out of the doorway, watching a thunderstorm roll in, which was basically the reflection of my soul at the time. I tried to focus on the sound of the rain to drown out the vending machine as it buzzed (read: mocked me) behind me. At last, it was Timo's turn to go up. He went in, and about 30 seconds later he came out! I thought, "Wow, so fast! This will be a breeze." until he said "We're in the wrong place."

At this point, I was no longer hangry -- I was hangfurious. 

Another thanks, Urban Dictionary

I just wanted to get this stupid application process over so I could go home and eat. That's all I wanted. But no. We had to leave this office and walk to the COMPLETE other side of the Plaza (and thanks to the storm, we couldn't just take the short way and walk across the Plaza). Getting to the other side was not even remotely convenient. We had to squeeze our way through a giant crowd of tourists mixed in with people trying to sell umbrellas, fans, clicky-flamenco things, weird pieces of trees (don't know what they are, but they look like pieces of a Christmas tree), and who even knows what else. It was a hot mess, and I was so annoyed. I was so relieved when we finally got to la Oficina de Extranjeros, until I realized we had to stand in a line that was going out of the door:

Also, waiting in the line outside sucked because, like I said before, there was a thunderstorm happening, so we got this nice constant chilly sprinkle-y breeze. Spain is not fun in the rain.

See the other side? Yeah, that's where we were...anyway, after waiting outside of the office for at least 15 minutes, we were finally able to go inside...only to do another 15 minutes worth of waiting. That line was ridiculous.

We were so afraid we were in the wrong place again, so we asked someone who worked there, and she told us we were in the right line...¡por fin! (finally!)

So I bet you're wondering why the line was so slow/going out of the door, right? That's because we all had to see THE SAME LADY. There was only one person for all of those people! Why, Spain, why???

Finally, we got our turns, and the process was painless. Each of our turns took about 5 minutes combined. Super quick! And surprisingly, the lady who took our application was really nice. I don't understand how she was so friendly after dealing with so many people, though.

We all booked it out of there, and Timo and Calee stopped for something to eat, but I just went straight home. I would have liked to go with them, but I was not in the mood to search a menu in Spanish at a restaurant I've never heard of for vegan options that probably don't exist, especially after the vending machine incidents. Luckily, I know I can always just count on my host mom for tasty vegan food.

The rest of the day has been much more relaxed, and I am no longer hangry or hangfurious, as predicted by the blue sky peeking through the clouds over Triana (my neighborhood) as I was walking home:

So there ya go. My hangry venting session. And what's a good hangry venting session without some lessons I learned? Here they are, the most 3 important things I learned today:

#1. Eat a filling breakfast (peanut butter 5ever)

#2. If for whatever reason you don't eat a filling breakfast, carry snacks with you.

#3. Do not, under any circumstances, use a vending machine in Spain ever again. 

¡Hasta luego!

¿Quién lo hizo?

Mi tarea:

CLASE DE LENGUA

Se ha producido un asesinato. Lee la noticia que explica los detalles del crimen y las declaraciones de los cuatro sospechosos. ¿Quién ha sido el autor? Escribe tu hipótesis en un párrafo de unas 200 palabras, usando al menos 10 expresiones con subjuntivo.

(Sevilla) – Ayer, alrededor de la 1 del mediodía, fue encontrado muerto en su piso de la calle Asunción, en el barrio de Los remedios, el señor Joaquín Rodríguez Sánchez, de 63 años. El señor Rodríguez, viudo, sin hijos y jubilado, sufría del corazón y su médico de cabecera lo visitaba cada martes. Cuando llegó el doctor lo encontró tumbado en el comedor, con un gran charco de sangre alrededor de la cabeza. El forense ha confirmado que el crimen se había producido poco antes. La policía ha iniciado una investigación exhaustiva entre los vecinos, pero aún no tiene ninguna pista. Algunos vecinos han declarado que la semana pasada oyeron que el señor Rodríguez discutía con otra persona en el ascensor, gritando mucho.

Declaraciones:

·  Marta Pérez, 34 años, en paro. Es la inquilina (tenant) del piso que el señor Rodríguez poseía en la misma planta, justo al lado del suyo. Los dos pisos se comunican por una terraza. “Yo ayer no me moví de casa. Al mediodía oí a alguien que llamaba al piso de al lado, después oí algunos gritos y a alguien que bajaba corriendo las escaleras. Creo que la policía debería buscar a un individuo de muy mal aspecto, que la semana pasada pedía dinero por todos los pisos”.

• Juana Morente, 23 años. Es el único familiar de la víctima. Vive en el barrio de Triana y mantenía muy buenas relaciones con el señor Rodríguez. Se sabe que la semana pasada quedaron los dos con unos desconocidos para hablar de unas fincas que el difunto tenía en Huelva. “Ayer pasé toda la mañana paseando por el parque de las encinas y no fue hasta media tarde cuando tuve noticias del crimen. Creo que la portera del edificio puede explicar muchas cosas. Mi tío y ella tenían una relación muy especial”.

• Pedro Cortés, 46 años, sin profesión. Es de las Islas Baleares y no tiene parientes en Sevilla. Desde hace un tiempo ronda por el barrio de Los Remedios, pidiendo dinero y vendiendo pañuelos de papel. “Yo no sé nada, ni tengo nada que ver con el tema. Vengo a menudo por este barrio porque tengo un primo que me ayuda cuando tengo problemillas”.

• Manuela Domínguez, 54 años, es la portera del edificio. Está casada y tiene dos hijos. “Yo subí ayer por la mañana al piso del señor Joaquín, alrededor de las doce, para llevarle una carta, pero tuve que volver a bajar rápidamente porque tenía una cazuela en el fuego. No tengo ni idea de quién ha podido hacer una cosa tan horrible. Hay alguien en la escalera que se alegrará de la muerte de Joaquín. ¡La del piso de al lado, por ejemplo, que le debía seis meses de alquiler!”.

Mi respuesta:

Es posible que todos Marta, Juana, Pedro, y Manuela sean los criminales. Sin embargo, no creer que sea Pedro. Sí, él no tiene un trabajo, y tiene “problemillas”, pero no tiene nada que sea en común con el case además de detalles pequeñas. Pienso que es muy sospechoso que Marta está culpando a Pedro. ¿Por qué necesita culpar a alguien? También, ella vive en el piso a lado de Sr. Rodriguez. Tal vez ella culpa a Pedro porque ella quiera parecer como una buena persona. Ella dijo que “la policía debería buscar a un individuo de muy mal aspecto”. No estoy segura, pero es como ella diga, “No, soy una buena persona,  no es mi culpa”. En el otro lado, Manuela está sospechoso, también. Marta dijo que oyó una persona “corriendo las escaleras” y Manuela tuvo que “volver a bajar rápidamente” a su piso por la comida en su fuego. Es posible que él dijo porque el necesite una excusa para explicar porque estuvo bajando rápidamente porque sabía que Marta pudo oírlo. También, me parece que es muy interesante que Manuela está culpando a Marta, porque  Marta es detrás en su alquiler. Quizás Manuela quiera la venganza. En el otro lado, no creer que sea Juana. Sin embargo, es posible que ella esté implicada. Tengo duda que sea Juana, porque ella tiene buenas relaciones con Sr. Rodriquez, pero quizás ella quiera dinero del difunto en Huelva (¿y quizás ella esté en la voluntad de Sr. Rodriguez?). Es difícil decir quién es el criminal, pero tengo mis ideas.

¿Qué es la historia de este edificio, y quién es Carmen?

La Universidad de Sevilla es una universidad en Sevilla con una historia grande. Voy a escribir un poco sobre la historia del edificio principal de la Universidad y una persona mítica pero importante en la historia del edificio y de Sevilla. 

Al principio, el nombre de la Universidad fue El Colegio de Santa María de Jesús. Fue fundado por el Arcediano Maese Rodrigo Fernández durante el siglo XV, pero en una ubicación diferente. Ahora, está ubicado en el edificio Real Fábrica de Tabacos. Este edificio antiguo es del siglo XVIII, y fue la primera fábrica del tabacos en Europea. También, este edificio es muy grande y rectangular -- el Escorial es el único edificio más grande en España. Muchas mujeres trabajaban allí.

La Real Fábrica de Tabacos (ahora, la Universidad de Sevilla)

(la foto original aquí)

Los fabricantes de cigarillos (¿las cigarreras?) tienen una parte importante en la Fábrica. Carmen (una mujer mítica escrita por Mérimée) era una cigarrera muy popular. Ella vivía en Sevilla y era una gitana. Era una persona libre de convencionalismos, y también era sensual. Esta tipa de persona no era la normal, pero era aceptable porque era ficticio. Es un mito muy bien conocido aquí en Sevilla. También, Carmen inspiró una opera por George Bizet. 

(la foto original aquí)

Encontré mi información aquí:

http://www.us.es/acerca/patrimonio/historia

http://www.visitasevilla.es/en/lugar-interes/university-seville-old-tobacco-factory

http://www.andalucia.org/es/turismo-cultural/visitas/sevilla/monumentos/universidad-de-sevilla-antigua-fabrica-de-tabacos/

http://andalsurexcursiones.blogspot.com.es/2013/03/mujeres-trabajadoras-en-la-real-fabrica.html

http://www.visitasevilla.es/es/blog/carmen-de-sevilla-el-mito-sigue-vivo-en-la-ciudad

Personal Post #1 -- Settling In

I'd like to start off introducing myself a little bit. My name is Kari (pronounced like the name "Carrie," but here in Spain, my name is pronounced like "car-ee.") I'm 20 years old. I go to Sweet Briar College. I am a Spanish major, and I'm in the Teacher Education Program. I plan to do the 5th year Master's in Teaching program at Sweet Briar, as well. And as of right now, I'm spending my junior year studying abroad at the University of Seville with my school's Junior Year in Spain program in Seville, Spain. 

Soo, Seville, Spain: my new home for the next 243 days. When I say the amount of time I'm staying here in days, it doesn't sound like anything at all, but actually, 243 days comes out to 8 months and 3 days, which sounds like a much longer amount of time. Nevertheless, I'm going to be here for quite a while. Part of my homework is to write personal posts here on this blog, so that's what I'll be doing here for my time spent here. 

I've been here for 11 days so far (not exactly a week, but whatever), but I feel like I have been here for much longer... and I'm a tiny bit homesick -- but it's nothing I can't handle. I mainly miss my friends the most. I'm very introverted, and there's nothing I hate more than talking to and spending time with a ton of new people, and that's all I seem to have been doing so far. I guess I'll just have to learn to deal with it though, because I'm pretty sure I'm never ever gonna escape things like that. 

So in this past week or so, I've experienced Spanish life first-hand. It's nothing like life in America, but so far, I think I prefer the Spanish lifestyle much more. I'm a laid back person, and the way of life here is perfect for me. Everything here is set to such a slower pace; it's great. But something I don't like? Communication problems.

My Spanish is far from perfect, but I still understand a lot, that is until my host mom, Toni, speaks to me. Don't get me wrong, she seems to be a wonderful person, but her accent is almost impossible for me to understand, and I feel like it makes it difficult to get to know her...or to even have a simple conversation with her. She drops letters, sounds, and she speaks extremely fast. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm stupid because there's almost never a time when she says something where I don't ask her to repeat herself (and even when she repeats herself, I don't understand a lot of the time because she uses less words but speaks just as fast...I'd rather her just slow down). I'm smart in my language, okay, Toni??? But really, I'm sure I'll begin to understand her...eventually...

Speaking of Toni, she's a wonderful cook. If I had to pick one thing I can understand from her, it's when she yells out "a comer!" (basically meaning "time to eat") from the kitchen. Food was probably number two on my list of concerning things when I came to Spain (number one being the language barrier). I'm a vegan (no meat/poultry/fish, dairy, eggs, honey, gelatin...basically, if it comes from an animal, I don't eat it), and from what I understand, it's really hard to be vegan here...but not with Toni. She has vegan cooking down pat. She even looked up how to make tortilla without eggs -- and for those of you who don't know, Spanish tortilla is basically an omelette. But let me tell you, that eggless tortilla was delicious. She used garbanzo flour and olive oil instead of eggs. I can always count on my meals to be both filling and yummy (much different than my experience working at summer camp this past summer, but that's a whole different story). 

As far as everything else like school, my living situation, and just getting accustomed to everything, those are all fine. School doesn't start until the 22nd, but my classes that I chose look like they'll be good (and 3 out of 4 that I want to take count towards my major, so that's relieving). The orientation classes are pretty cool. I really like the language class, but I'm not that big of a fan of the history class only because for some reason, I always get sooo sleepy during that class. I don't know what's up with that, but it's really annoying. If I could actually focus on the class instead of focusing on staying awake, I think I'd find it to be much more enjoyable (it seems to be like a very condensed version of my "Hispanic Themes: Spain" class I took last year, which was one of my favorites). I love my living situation. It's Toni, my roommate (who's more like a housemate because we have our own rooms), and me. I absolutely love having my own room. My "roommate" (housemate?) is super nice, so that's a giant plus. And as fas as getting accustomed to everything, I'm completely fine with everything. I've been told I am very flexible (and I suppose it's true), so getting used to this new way of life is not a big deal for me. 

Sooo...so far so good in Spain. A couple of minor issues, but as time moves on, the problems will move on, too. :) I just want to end this first post with some goals that I have for myself for this study abroad experience. I tried to keep them reasonable and within reach, so we'll see how this goes!

1. Improve my Spanish grammar and accent
2. Learn something new about myself
3. Volunteer for something I find meaningful/make a difference (aside from an internship, which I need to do for credit for the education program)
4. Travel to at least 2 new countries
5. Go hiking somewhere magnificent (in Spain)
6. Take lots of photos
7. Try my best in my classes
8. Comfortably take a curso regular next semester
9. Write a lot/document much of my trip
10. Try something I normally wouldn't ever do in the USA

¡Hasta luego!

Había una vez...

          Había un hombre, Enrique, quien le gustaba tocar la flauta. Su vida era llena de música. Él especialmente le gustaba tocar la flauta en los campos verdes. Era muy tranquilo y relajante. No tenía ni una sola preocupación cuando estaba tocando su flauta. Un día, un rebaño de ovejas lo encontró en el campo cuando él estaba tocando su flauta. Las ovejas les gustaron mucha la música de Enrique. Las ovejas miraron y escucharon a Enrique...hasta un diablo vino y puso una televisión al lado de Enrique. Enrique estaba obsesionado con la tele...tan obsesionado que por el poder del universo, ¡Enrique se convirtió en una oveja! Y ahora, hasta este día, Enrique y las otras ovejas todavía están mirando a la tele. No hay mas música, y no les importan porque tienen la tele. Sin embargo, la madre naturaleza sabe el valor de música, y por eso hay flores creciendo de la flauta que representan la música hermosa que vino de la flauta hace mucho tiempo. 

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Me parece que el autor denuncia que la tele no es una cosa buena. La tele causa la gente en el mundo se convierte en los seguidores. No hay creatividad, y la tele no promueve ningún actividad. Y no es un problema con las televisiones tampoco, es un problema con otras formas de tecnología también. 

Mi opinión es que, si mis pensamientos en el significado del autor sean correctas, estoy de acuerdo con el autor. Pienso que no hay creatividad con mirar la tele, y no me gusta mirar la tele. Cuando la miro, quiero dormir -- es tan aburrida. También, hay muchas ideas que la gente puede aprender de la tele, y si la gente no investigar estas ideas y no formar su propia opinión, todo el mundo va a ser seguidores, no me gusta esta idea. Creo que tener su propia opinión es el mejor.