The goal of graduation approaches, Wednesday along with my supervisor (who is also the president of my faculty) decide the claim
....... It seems incredible but it's been three years already ... ... I will miss all the faces I knew, the heel elevator to study because there is the silence at dawn just to "root" new ideas ......, wait to see the outcome of the examination. ... I am happy and
incredulous to be successful in this endeavor so hard for me .....
I have always been certain of force "creator" of a strong desire and now I feel like
not stop here .... to go on, why do not you have to get enough knowledge ..... knowledge makes you free, and very maneuverable when you make conscious choices.
Special thanks to my 8 year old son Gabriel .... the proudest mother of a student ....
when I get out of that room after the thesis defense ...... let him say all the swear words he reads in the bathroom of the "men" as he calls it one of the school, ultimately makes a little trouble keep up with various "stimuli".
The other day he came home and told me, "written in the men's room is a bad bad word," and I:
"Gabriel, do not repeat, is a bit like say ...." , and he says: "So you say the letters ..... starts with C and ends with O
we are in the middle of two Z ....." The men's room docet ... W culture.
