My day #8 There's a long time that I post anything. I didn't stop to study English but I'm not so happy with iTalki. At past, when it was in the beginning, it was like a "Facebook" for people that wanted to learn a new language. Now, it became a new "online English school". Ok, it's not bad but my impression is that people came to here to earn an extra money. Ok, again, I understand there's a lot of people want to know English, but why is it so hard to found a language exchanging partner here?

My Day #7 My biggest dream is beginning to write a bestseller. Unfortunately Brazil isn't a reader country, so it isn't worth to write in Portuguese. Do you have any tip for me? When you're reading what is the most important? I'm going to leave a small horror story because of Halloween mood: She was studying in her bed when the lights turned out. With the cell phone flashlight, she went to the kitchen looking for a candle. Returning to her bedroom, she felt someone passing by her, but as she had a kitty, she didn't care with it. With already candle lit, she restarted to study. Suddenly the lights turn in and her kitty jumps in the bed: "Don't worry. I've kicked out the ghost".

My Day #6 Today I changed the form I normally write my diary entry: I wrote my text first in a notebook and I only post it after read and re-read a lot! I don't know if it will help me but I won't know if I don't try. I'm an English teacher now but I'm not happy with it because I feel I'm not prepared for it! Ok, the English that I'm teaching isn't advanced or something like this but when I look my notebooks entries and my mistakes I talk myself: "Who do you want to fool?" Let's see the next chapters!

My Day #5 I don't know exactly when I've passed this poem for English, but I've had help of a girl from USA that I've knew here on iTalki: First love He looks as he has never look before, He notices as he has never noticed before. He desires as he has never before desired, and he loves as if no one has ever loved before him. It is bitter for not knowing what to do (for being unguided). it is a lovely novelty, a new world to know. It is as sweet as hope beautiful and terrifying And thus is the awakening of a child when the first love comes to him.

My Day #4 I'm so grateful for people that come here and help me with my diary entries, but at the same time I'm blue. I'm feeling that I'm not improving my English writing because there are corrections a lot and... ok... ok... I'm not complaining, but I dream with the day that I'll write a text and a native comes here and reads it and will say to me: "your text is totally ok". It'd be wonderful.

My Day #3 I was thinking about what I would go to talk in my third diary entry because there are a lot of things happening in my country. For example: in the last weekend happened elections for Chamber of Deputies, Senates and President. My country is separate and it is very serious. I am sad because of this. In the next October 28th will be happen the second round of presidential elections and my hope is that everything turns back normal.

My Day #2 I didn’t post anything in these last days because I was working a lot. I’m a teacher in a public school and it’s time to organize grades. Just to show an example, in the last Tuesday and Wednesday I was correcting tests until 12 am — and I had to past it to school system. I’m really tired!

My day #1 I've decided writing about my day here and not only my day, but what I'm thinking about something cool or about some subject I like. For example, I watched Bleach — the newest live action of Netflix — and I liked it! If you watched Death Note, other live action of the same streaming company —, you will understand me and why I was worried about it. So, if you are looking for something cool to watch, I recommend for you "Bleach" live action. You are not going to repent.

The Red Ghost This story I've heard from my aunt and she has heard from my grandfather. My mother and my uncles and aunts lived in a small farm in a small city called Amambai, over there was a street with a graveyard where everybody had to pass to go to downtown. Because of this graveyard no one wanted to go to downtown after twilight and there were a lot of stories about a ghost appearing at night — a red ghost on a top of cross. One day my great grandfather had to pass by that street at night by horse and it was a full moon night, what it was very good because that street didn't have light poles. My great grandfather was a courage man and he didn't belive that stories about "red ghosts on a top of crosses". When he arrived in that graveyard he saw a red spot as if it has been a ghost, so he got off of his horse and taked his gun — because that time almost everybody had one — and he said: "If you aren't dead yet, I'll kill you now" and he shooted that red spot, but even after this that red spot kept moving itself. It puzzled with that, so he decided to enter the graveyard and when he arrived next to cross, he saw a red cover pierced. It solved the mistery: that red ghost on a top of cross was a red cover and, because of night light, it appears like a ghost.