In second year we have Biometry, Forest Ecology, Mathematics 3, Statistical Methods, Public Speaking, Genetic Basis and in second year one is supposed to take B1+, of all these subjects the most complex historically has always been Biometry (among us it is because of the teacher), what would change in general, is that most teachers think that we have enough time to read every lecture they send us, it's a bit ironic that I say this but, please, they are always in English and it takes me longer to understand them without using the translator, there are supposed to be direct and indirect hours for each subject, but sometimes with so much work, readings and the study in question, the indirect hours are much more than they think, I also think that English has never been considered in the planning of the academic load, for example last semester I had 4 classes a week, but for the rest there were only 3, because they did not have English, in short I would like the teachers to realize that sometimes it is not that we do not want to perform, it is that we do not have the time, but on the other hand I love Antumapu, I like being at my university, although I can't deny that it hasn't made me suffer, because to learn certain subjects, it's incredible the amount of videos I've had to watch, because that's the other thing, sometimes the teachers teach very badly and it's scary to ask, so you learn on your own (I think this blog is an outlet for the truth).

 Traveling back in time to when Robert Johnson supposedly made that famous deal at the crossroads? Count me in for that wild ride! I'd love to see if it's fact or fiction and get a taste of the blues at its roots.

I'd set my time machine for the early 1930s in the Mississippi Delta. The epicenter of blues, where all those legends were born. Of course, my first stop would be that legendary crossroads where the deal allegedly went down. I'd have to see if the devil was really involved or if it's all just a tall tale.

Meeting Robert Johnson in person, that's the real jackpot. His guitar skills and emotional lyrics are the stuff of legend. Imagine seeing him strumming that old guitar and feeling the soul of the blues in the air. I'd pick his brain about the mysteries of his music.

And while I'm at it, I'd soak up the history and culture of the Deep South during that time. The African American experience and the blues' origins would be eye-opening.

But you know what? As cool as all that sounds, I'd hightail it back to my own time when I'm done. The past is fascinating, but I'll take the present and its modern conveniences any day. I'd bring back some epic stories and maybe a bluesy tune or two, leaving the past to keep its secrets.