PrettyFlora

During the short time that I have been in my career, I have had enormous respect for my teachers, especially Professor Nicolás García. That teacher is too smart, and knows a lot about plant species and how to describe them, in fact he wrote a book about Chilean native trees, I stop and applaud him. I'd like to know a lot about plants like him <3. Teachers like him motivate me to learn more and more about plants and also about the processes that occur so that they develop, without a doubt that is my goal. But the teacher who has "marked" me the most was my head teacher in 3rd and 4th grade, that teacher was undoubtedly the best teacher I had, he always supported me, I always trusted me and my abilities, he always told me : "Miss Peña, you will be a great professional", even though he knew that I smoke marijuana he never treated me as a "drug addict" because he knew that I was not that, he knew that I was a functional and intelligent person, he He tau

The truth for a moment I was discouraged for having chosen this career and not being able to practice in the field, but then over the months I understood how beautiful it is to study this because they not only teach about trees, they have taught us services, the processes that occur in front of our eyes, like a seed can form a plant as huge as a tree and the greatest thing is to learn how every living being connects with its environment and other species, forming what we know as an ecosystem. People who ask me what I study have no idea what this career is about and unfortunately they prefer to study something that helps them earn more money and that has been the most human error, dirty money. If they looked beyond what they see the world would not be as bad as it is today, I feel that we with my colleagues can generate a great change in our country such as restoring ecosystems, informing people about plants, trees, shrubs, succulents. , etc, or teach children how important it is to tak

 Every time I think about the rain I remember my childhood, in those years I lived in the south and although I always had a cold I felt free, I liked it when it started to rain because my mother made delicious little things to eat and my father prepared the stove, feel That heat and those sweet smells made me very happy, and the best thing was to wake up, go out to the patio and feel that smell of "rain". I always wanted to live again in that humble and homely house. Here in the Colina commune it hardly rains but the few days that it does rain are without a doubt my favorite days. Every time I travel south I realize immediately when we get closer to the south because the weather changes a lot and almost every time I arrive it starts to rain, it's like the best welcome I can get jajaja. Whenever I hear the sound of the rain I feel peace and I get excited, although many do not like the rain and say that it bothers me, it is a blessing because it gives life and joy to some.