Poveţe de la noua generaţie

Mă gândeam eu cum spunem "Aaa...Păi noi ne-am uitat la desene în engleză, de acolo am învăţat! De pe Cartoon Network, Fox Kids şi Boomerang! Nu erau traduse, ca acum!" şi ne isterizăm de faptul că acum sunt în română. Şi mă mai gândeam la copiii care acum au, să zicem, 10-11-12 ani şi nu au un nivel foarte ridicat de cunoaştere a limbii engleze. Şi mă mai gândeam la ceea ce mă oripilează zilnic: meme-urile traduse în diverse limbi. Deja îi văd pe copiii de azi cum le vorbesc nepoţilor: "Ehe, pe vremea mea, meme-urile nu erau traduse! Erau toate în engleză! Eu de acolo am învăţat engleza, de pe reddit, 4chan şi 9gag!" În viziunea mea optimistă, nepotul nu va dori să verifice site-urile respective.

E greu să scrii coerent când nu te simţi bine şi aş vrea să spun că-mi pare rău-dar nu-mi pare.

To the real founder of this blog

Friday, 29th May 2009. On this exact date, my blog was founded. On this exact date, I have decided to release my ideas in the Wild Web World. The first step had been made-my first post. I was finally ready to say out loud what are my thoughts and my believes! I was ready to make a change! And this still continues.

Friday, 29th May 2009. A couples weeks after winning a Special Award at Shakespeare School's Essay Competition: "What makes a blog successful?", I have decided blogging is worth a try. And I want to believe I've succeeded.

June, 2009. My English teacher was telling me about the Essay Competition and I was attentively listening. I was ready to participate, at just 14, in a competition addressed to youngsters from 14 to 20 something.

Due to the Special Award I received then, my blog is currently in the wild, waiting for its readers to absorb my every word.

This post is addressed to The Real Founder of this blog. To my dearest teacher, ever. To Mrs. Aurora Boziac. Gone, but not forgotten and always in my heart. Thank you for everything you've ever done for me.

And now, to my readers: if there's anybody you should thank for the existence of this blog, that's Mrs. Boziac.

I'd like to end this post with a poem which is very dear to me, by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.