6ª Carta: "Relaciones entre la educadora y los educandos" Es agradable escucha los consejos expuestos sobre las relaciones que existe entre los profesores y los alumnos o como su carta lo menciona el educador y los educandos. Las ideas presentadas me ayudan a entender la relación que se tiene entre los maestro y los alumnos cuya relación puede llegar a ser muy compleja, ya que si hablamos de términos como la enseñanza, el aprendizaje, la libertad, las cualidades del maestro, las cualidades del alumno, los defectos de los maestros así como la de los alumnos, todos estos aspectos mezclados resulta un trabajo difícil para poder llevar una relación entre ellos . Al escuchar cuando se menciona el concepto de discurso que los maestros comparten a los alumnos es una motivación la cual debe inspirar debe servir para producir una respuesta que favorezca a nuevas ideas. Por lo que escribes me atrevo a pensar que es muy importante la cuestión de la imagen del profesor ya que es la que debe de despertar una curiosidad de sus educandos, es difícil muchas veces a lo largo de la vida de estudiante encontrar algún educador que pueda lograr este sentimiento, puesto que lograr juntar esa serie de cualidades como la seguridad, respeto, inteligencia puede ser difícil. Creo que como se menciona en esta carta el profesor esta intentando motivar y orientar sobre las funciones del maestro me parece que estos valores son la parte fundamental para la relación entre pares. De esta manera siento que también para el maestro es demasiada la responsabilidad ya que si esta influenciado por sus propias creencias y estas son con alguna visión diferente puede ser que encamine los pensamientos de los alumnos hacia otro rumbo, dejando al educando divagando o con los pensamiento y conocimientos sin definir. También me pongo a pensar que muchas veces uno como maestro no es muy coherente con sus actos ya que lo que hago no concuerda con lo que digo haciendo de mi ejercicio como maestro sea un completo desastre y peor aún con estas actitudes el alumno tiende a perder la credibilidad en sus maestro ya que al igual muchas veces hacemos que nuestro educandos tengan la mentalidad de pensar de la manera siguiente e la que se les dice haz las cosas que yo digo pero no actúes de la manera en la que yo. Pero en resumen me es satisfactorio saber que se hace esta critica constructiva hacia los maestros ya que es en el afán de mejorar y de esta manera quitar ciertos hábitos que se tienen, pero es importante que en este proceso de enseñar y de aprender es necesario que tanto la parte del educador o maestro así como de los educandos o alumnos ponga cada quien de su parte para poder lograr los objetivos que se proponen.

My sweet Eve, As I drove back from the market today, you humming in your car seat and our truck filled with powdered milk and rice, I saw the San Gabriel Mountains – really saw them for the first time. I’d taken that road before, but this was different. There they were beyond the windshield: their blue-green peaks still and silent, watching over the city, so close I felt like I could touch them. I pulled over just to look. I know I will soon die. The plague is taking everyone who was given the vaccine. There are no more flights. There are no more trains. They've barricaded the roads outside of the town and now we all must wait. The phones and internet have long since gone out. The faucets are dry and cities are losing power, one by one. Soon the entire world will be dark. But right now we are still alive. Perhaps more alive than we've ever been. You’re sleeping in the next room. From this chair I can hear the sounds of your music box – the one with the tiny ballerina – playing its last few tinkling notes. I love you, I love you, I love you. Mom

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Spike, I have the Orb la Messiah, I am in the Hyperion Hotel its January 11, I need a portal opening tomorrow January 12 at 12pm P.s have friend here too Lindsey

Dear Gen, I am writing to you to inform you that you are the force behind a very rare occurrence in history You see, I Pippa Isabelle Phillips, hater of all things 'skype', am currently attempting to 'download' this infernal application as a gesture of my dedication to our long term relationship i hope that you appreciate the fact that i am, in effect, selling my soul and giving up on all that i once stood for. I hope that you appreciate the inner conflict i had to push through to get to this momentous, life changing point in my existence. My computer has informed me that my 'skype' download is 78% complete. So i must now go. If i don't make it, please look after Bruno. See you on the other side. Love pip

To my best friend, Hey, it's me, Gene. It's been exactly six months since you have died, and I miss you. I miss your smile, your laugh, the way your brow would furrow when we wrestled, everything. I miss all of you. Even though you've died, I decided that I needed to get something off my chest, and since I can no longer do it in person, I decided to write it. Anyway, here goes everything. I have feelings for you. And I'm not trying to sound like a girl here but I have felt like this ever since I first laid my eyes on you. I don't know why, or how, but I just do. And it's not like I wanted to either. I wanted to only think of you as a friend. I tried so hard, too hard, and ended up hurting you, just because I wasn't man enough to face my feelings. I tried everything. Hell, I dated at least 15 girls just that first year we met, trying to make my feelings towards you disappear. But it didn't work, it never did and never will. I never forgave myself for what I did to you, God knows I probably never will. But I need to accept the truth. It's because of my denial towards these feelings that you're gone. It's because I wasn't man enough to tell you how I felt, because I decided that taking my anger on you for making me feel all bubbly inside was right, because instead of telling you I love you, I decided that I would make you fall from that tree. I decided to hurt you. Because of all of that, I will never forgive myself. I realize now, when it's too late, that telling you would've been the right choice. You were my best friend, you still are, and I will never forget you. I love you. Your Friend, Gene Forrester

December 15, 1692 Dear Albert, I hope that when you receive this letter you are in good spirits. I am writing you because I don’t know what to do. I have lied! I accused other women of being witches because I wanted to be part of a group. I can’t believe I did that. I felt bad right after doing so but I could not take it back. I have told one of my closes friends of my lies and I am afraid that she will report me. Worst of all I believe that the ministers and judges now believe that I am a witch myself. This is simply not true! I am afraid of what they will do to me. I have seen other women, girls, men and children hanged. I have also witness people being burned at the stake. I am terrified. If only I hadn’t lie. I will surely go to hell if I am put to death. I know that you are currently running from the Nazi’s you are not alone. I myself am trying my best not to be executed. Albert what should I do? I am terribly afraid. At first I faked having fits and threw myself on the floor. The other girls and I laughed and we thought it was fun. Now things are different I don’t want to lie anymore. I have recently been accused and I no longer think that it is funny. I don’t want to die this isn’t a game. I thought lying about Bridget Bishop would save me. It has so far but I feel so guilty. I was released being that I myself was a victim of witchcraft. I never signed the devils book but I lied not to be thrown in jail with the others. Oh Albert! I am so scared and afraid I do not want to die and I am sick of all of the lying. I am sorry to trouble you. I know that you are waiting for your younger brothers to arrive in France. I pray they get there safe. If you can please write me back as soon as possible. I trust that you will know what to do. Best Regards, Sarah Churchill

He may tell you what his name is, Maybe ask you how you do, Or begin some little story of his own. He may merely sit and watch you And store up the memory, Then make up a tale about you when alone. You will leave with the impression That he’s just like any child Rather shy and sometimes just little vain, But his mind can work so deeply And his feelings be upset By the simplest act of hardness or disdain.

Dearest Martha, The sons of Indiana are no strangers to hard service required of the modern cavalry regiment. Rare is the moment that the horse soldier rests his legs behind the battlements of garrison life. On Sunday afternoon the trumpets called. We successfully defended the garrison at Lucas Oil from a battalion of Cincinnati-born marauders straying far away from their border country barracks nestled upon the hotly contested Ohio River. And what strange brigands opposed us! They were led by one Major Dalton, who has won many campaigns in his years as a leading plunderer, but his offenses have stalled in the winter months, leading many back East to question his bona fides. But I shall not question such a valiant warrior! I too know this feeling. Tis one thing to fend off a gregarious bunch of Chiefs with a rally. It is quite another matter itself to hold off a whirlwind of devils such as these! Our efforts were compromised after early success when a Georgian -- one who trained with Spartans in Michigan no less -- breached the wall with a frontal assault on Boom Herron's John Thomas causing our lines to shift rather backwards after we'd carried considerable momentum. Can you imagine such vicious fighters! I can know nothing more unlike the picture of how a battle given by the authors and artists at the broadsheets. As if you could simply navigate these conditions with simple pencil lines on the Surface scrolls the peddlers carry. It is a might bit more complicated indeed when a wild eyed gentleman named Pacman has been promised your heart on his mother's best silver serving tray. Still, we muster ourselves forward with the enthusiasm of a jolly whaling crew on its maiden voyage through the blue waters of the south seas. I have seen the writers appropriate my name for their pulp. It does flatter the weary soul, but I fear my comrades are not getting their due in these difficult efforts. Donte Moncrief immigrated here from enemy country in Mississippi. He fights side-by-side with us, and it was his hands that scored a mighty blow against these orange devils that finally allowed us greater purchase in our home defense. And I have become great allies with T.Y. Hilton. He is a reliable adjunct in our fight and a man who has embraced these Indiana plains as his own, despite deep roots in the foreign swamps of Florida. In spite of harvesting such great bundles of sorrow, we have not been more made into evil men. I feel most fortunate that these lads and I must continue this campaign. And when we are finally asked to harness our sabers for good, I fear loitering about the farms and shops and offices of fine villages will no longer carry the same appeal it did before this campaign began so many harvests before. But there is no time to ponder such a future, not with the guidon still flapping about in the face of these western winds. Forward we ride! Our gallup upward into the heights of the Western lands backed by the mountains of Colorado territory. Our blue jackets next clash with horse soldiers riding under orange banners -- William the Conquerer should have had so many orange devils on his side! Take my love to mother. I know these ongoing hostilities weigh heavy on her heart, especially with father tied up in his own skirmishes. And please care for yourself, oh sweet Martha. I carry a song your song with me wherever we ride. All of my love, Brig. Gen. Andrew Luck

"The gate is open, its portal needs a key, The letter will guide you, to where you're meant to be."

To Whom It May Concern, My younger brother has received a letter of acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have received our list of needed equipment, but we do not know how to get to Diagon Alley. We would like a set of directions of a map of some sort starting from 2235 Holt Road to Diagon Alley. Our supply deadline ends August 31st for the day after my brothers term starts. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Joey Russell

I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it. I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation. I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust. I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insecurities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed. On behalf of those who are suffering now I make this protest against the deception which is being practiced on them; also I believe that I may help to destroy the callous complacence with which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of agonies which they do not share, and which they have not sufficient imagination to realize. July, 1917. S. Sassoon.

To my love of a lifetime... Words cannot begin to express the connection I have with you You are my world, my life, my air, my everything Many years ago, the world pulled us apart but beyond any force, I have found you again.. This time I will never let you go Forever yours through this life and many to come Your forever Ashlee xxxxxxxxx Happy 42nd birthday gorgeous

                             
Dear Anna, It was a great pleasure to receive your letter, I’m so sorry that I couldn’t reply as fast as I received it. Everybody is busy here trying to sort things out, we don’t have much arrangements here so we have to do everything all by ourselves. You asked me in your letter how Minnesota was and if I was happy hear. Our journey to Minnesota started really well but it got worse as we were crossing the Atlantic Ocean many people got terribly sick and lost their lives during the journey. I was terribly scared and panicked , all I wished is that all my family gets to Minnesota safely. Finally we all arrived. Minnesota is a beautiful place with beautiful lands, but nothing is done here we have to build the town by ourselves. We only have some houses, a police station and a hospital with not much doctors and place. We just arranged a small house as a temporary school until they build one .I was happy to see that the constructions off the church, the school, the houses and many other shops were going on a good track but the climate didn’t permit it’s good continuing. Things are going slower and many people start to blames themselves for coming here. I stil have hope in this land.

Hi Julia, Happy New Year! I wish you, your mom, your brother great fortune and health for  2015. Regards, Ronny

My dearest student, I apologize for my lack of consistent communication with you regarding the project, and I understand that you may be getting impatient. As I have told you before, patience is of utmost importance in our project, and we are reaching the point where we must exercise it in great amounts. I hope as you read this, you will place your trust in my words and do as I say. If you have waited until the specified time to open this letter, then precisely two weeks ago I successfully located the Gateway. While this is an incredibly exciting development, there is a slight flaw in our previous plan. As Eldritch warned us might happen, the Gateway has appeared in a form that we had not anticipated. It appears as though the Gateway has taken a human form, being born into the body of an infant girl. The girl was born two months ago, in the small town of Arevorne. Two days after you receive this letter, you must travel to this town to meet with me about the next step in our plan.

Du. Kvinnen i mitt liv. Nå er det snart ett år siden du og jeg ble kjærester.. Det fineste som har hendt meg noen gang!! Jeg elsker deg og ditt herlige vesen, over alt på jord. Du er som skapt for meg :) Og hvis du lurer på hvorfor jeg er din for alltid, så har jeg mine grunner; 1. Jeg kjenner ingen som er så snill som deg. 2. Du er det mest hengivende menneske jeg noen har møtt. 3. Du er såå morsom og jeg elsker og være sammen med deg!! 4. Du er klok og er en fantastisk samtalepartner. 5. Du er ufattelig pen og har den fineste kroppen ei jente kan ha. 6. Du ELSKER meg. 7. Jeg er håpløst forelsket i deg Jeg elsker deg, Kaia Rainals Aune. - Anders R. Strøm

All your family are routing for you. Their hoping you have tried your best so that you will come home proud. When you come back, all your family will be happy and not just them the Queen and the Government will be. Well the Government will not be [well not as much]. As I have realised the men who fight today are not as good as the men who fought back then in World War 1. I am thankful for what you have done and remember do not give up. Yours sincerely, Holly Yates

chance. I am so thankful because you are fighting for us right now and if it wasn’t for you then we would be died. I’m sure everyone else is thinking about you too. We will not forget you. Your family is definitely thinking about you. You and the other soldiers have saved everyone’s lives. The world is happy because of you. We would be in pain right now if it wasn’t for you. But you were willing to fight for us. You haven’t just saved my life you have saved millions of people’s lives. You must be so proud. We are hoping you survive. If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t have phones because we wouldn’t be here. We don’t want you to die. And we hope you won’t. You shall always be appreciated. Yours sincerely, Casey Fisher

Labas Janyte, Siandien tavo dziaugsmo diena! As labai atsiprasau uz mano keista elgesi ir kad neapsiketeme dovonomis. Pirmiausia, noreciau pasakyti ,kad tu esi sviesa ir auksas ir privalai sviesti toliau:) Aciu uz tai ,kad esi mano gyvenime ir padedi zengti ir prieki ir buti geresniu ir pilnu gyvenimo zmogumi. As linkiu, tau klausyti savo sirdies ir inkstinktu ir pasiekti ir daryti tai kas suteikia tau laimes. Visada tavo drauge, Vilija

Unknown Location Unknown Battlefield Unknown Trench UNK NOWN Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to you to inform you about Great Britain today. England can go on being ruled by an English Queen not a German Queen. There are knew electronics now and I will not even try to explain them because they are the most complicated things ever. It is better now because of you there are no wars against England and Germany now [well apart from football]. Are you ok? I am asking because it must be hard but carry on. You will survive. See your family and find out what has been happening while you were in war. People are listening for soldiers marching home. All your family are routing for you. Their hoping you have tried your best so that you will come home proud. When you come back, all your family will be happy and not just them the Queen and the Government will be. Well the Government will not be [well not as much]. As I have realised the men who fight today are not as good as the men who fought back then in World War 1. I am thankful for what you have done and remember do not give up. Yours sincerely, Holly Yates

Dear Unknown solider, I am writing to you because I want to thank you for fighting for our country. I bet you went through a lot that day and you lost a lot of people that you love .I am a proud 11 year old boy who is really proud of this country. I do hope you were ok that day. Everyone is proud of you, I am really sorry for your loss. You were a good solider and a good man. I can imagine what you went through those four years. Your much better sleeping (heaven) instead of fighting. I can imagine it was hard that day. By the way was there some times when it was fun or not? I am really proud of you for serving this country. I do hope you had some good times as well as the bad times. This is a proud country and everyone is grateful for what you did.

Dear unknown solder You have saved us. Without you a lot of the things that has been built in Britain wouldn't be here. I know what you are going through getting wet and muddy with trench foot and you’re in the middle of a war. But you have saved so many lives and you have survived so many dangerous times. Because of you we now have Xbox’s and sports cars and fun parks. If the British didn't then some humans that live in 2014 today might not be alive. Without you the First World War might still be going on today. Now inventions has improved a lot since the First World War, we are now able to make cars that can go over 500mph. You are a great solder with such courage and determination. You can do the best out of all the solders and you can win this war, believe in yourself and incredible things will happen. The people of Britain in 2014 are very proud for what you have done for us. And now in 2014 Germany and Britain are no longer enemies, actually we are kind to each other. Sometimes British people go to Germany, not to fight but to have a holiday. Thank you From Tommy

Unknown Location Unknown battlefield Unknown trench UNK NOWN Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to you to because I want to say thankyou. The world is hoping that you are enjoying reading our letters and it makes you feel better and happy. We all know what you are going through. I know it is hard for you. But everyone is behind you. You have a chance. I am so thankful because you are fighting for us right now and if it wasn’t for you then we would be died. I’m sure everyone else is thinking about you too. We will not forget you. Your family is definitely thinking about you. You and the other soldiers have saved everyone’s lives. The world is happy because of you. We would be in pain right now if it wasn’t for you. But you were willing to fight for us. You haven’t just saved my life you have saved millions of people’s lives. You must be so proud. We are hoping you survive. If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t have phones because we wouldn’t be here. We don’t want you to die. And we hope you won’t. You shall always be appreciated. Yours sincerely, Casey Fisher

UNKNOWN LOCATION UNKNOWN BATTLEFIELD UNKNOWN TRENCH UNK NOWN Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to you to say thank you for everything. In the year 2014, life is great in Thurlstone. At the moment, I am stuck in school with a teacher who thinks he can tell jokes! My name is Danny Rutland, I am ten years old and I live in Millhouse Green. Because of you, I think about 90% of the United Kingdom is living peacefully. None of us could be where we are now without all the men out fighting including you. I am very thankful. The world has changed a lot since 1914; there are a lot of new things such as: Phones, cars, tablets and transport. I’ll stop there because I do not want to blow your mind. But all these lovely things without the great sacrifice you have chosen to make for the future of the United Kingdom and for the future of many other countries that want peace and want no war. My greatest message is for you to stay brave and carry on. You have no idea how much you have changed and improved in our present world. Keep fighting and don’t let the trench foot get to you or anything else! We all believe in you and all the other soldiers. We are all behind you on this and we are eternally grateful for the decisions you made to join the British army to fight in the war. Many amazing things have been happening since 1914 lots of people are much happier and can live peacefully in Britain with not much worry of catching a present disease (such as Ebola a disease in West Africa)or by getting bombed by another country. Thanks to you and the other soldiers from all the nations fighting to stop Germany from taking over France. I send my thanks through this letter for I cannot talk to you in person but I want you to know I am very proud. So keep fighting, keep trying, keep breathing and most importantly, stay strong and be brave. Thank you, From Danny Rutland.

Dear Unknown Solider, I am writing to you to say a simple thanks for what you are doing. Although you might be scared what you are doing has made us what we are today. In our modern day we live in now, have many new technologies advances like PlayStations, Xbox’s and smartphones if one person can make all of that. That proves that one person can make all the difference and that person is you. In your trench I hope you aren’t suffering trench foot or any other illness. If you think you are getting pushed back why don’t you think of it this way? We won Germany in the world cup so why can’t you win them in the war. Yours Sincerely Morgan O’Hara

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November 1504, I have been sailing for five months now on my fourth voyage, which may be my last. I have contracted an illness, from where I do not know. As of right now, only the king and queen know of my absence, of my fourth voyage. They wanted it secret, and I obliged. After all, they sponsored this voyage. I know I will not survive much longer with this illness, so I write this to leave my legacy. Other than this, there is only the letter I recently sent to Soderini, though I cannot say for certain that he has reached it. The only other evidence of this I did not bother to mask was the natives I discovered on the coast where I harbored. They speak a completely different tongue and they do not seem intelligent enough to understand the situation, and even if they did, their different tongue handicaps them from telling others. Also, the duration of this visit, I have sent my scouts to observe the landmass whilst I stay belowdecks, as to make sure my face isn’t seen, only theirs. This way, I can be as discreet as possible. Perhaps this voyage will be my last, but my crew will survive, for they haven’t contracted my illness. If they survive, they can deliver my notes to more prominent explorers of my time, so as to help them navigate better than me. Perhaps, with this voyage, the explorers of my time will understand that that naive fool Colombo didn’t anchor in India, and in fact discovered a completely new land mass! If my legacy lasts, I can make the future of my descendants a better place where they can live in land filled with opportunity. With this as my hope and this breath most likely my last, I take my leave, hoping my life’s work makes a difference. ~ Vespucci

December 25, 1914 My darling Lucille, The strangest thing happened today. I had to remain on the front lines while we waited for reinforcements to arrive., but today, Christmas, my officer was called to a meeting in no man’s land. He called me up to watch his back while he walked to this meeting and I have never been more nervous in my entire life. I stooped with my gun trained on the man watching the German officer. The two officers had words and when mine turned around, he had the biggest smile on his face. He walked back towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder, he said, “Today, we will celebrate Christmas.” He turned to tell the other men and I heard a cheer erupt. It was the most amazing thing. Men from both sides poured from the trenches and I never realised how many were actually in each one. On this day, Christmas day, our side of the Western Front was quiet and we laughed and sang songs with the Germans on the other side. Something I never dreamed of doing. Hopefully the joy we had today will help end this war soon. Until we meet again, Max

December 13, 1914 Lovely Lucille, The time has come for me to move to the frontlines, we leave in an hour to maneuver through the communication trenches and continue the fight. I am very scared for what lies ahead of me. At night, I can hear the whistles blow as the commander yells. “Over the top!” A young man was back here in the support trench the other day and I heard him say, “...the bodies we could not get from the German wire continued to swell ... the color of the dead faces changed from white to yellow-gray, to red, to purple, to green to black” I believe his name was Robert Graves or something of the sort. I do not want that to become my fate. Stuck on the German barbed wire, being obliterated by the artillery shells over and over again. I pray we will meet again soon my love. Yours forever, Max