“Dangerous Lies” is as Predictable as Can be
The film may be a thriller, but I wasn’t thrilled by it. If anything, I was bored and annoyed.
El Fin de la Escuela
What is the purpose of schools? This question sparks a broad discussion aimed at understanding the current landscape of education in Mexico. Through metafiction, The End of School takes the reader on a playful journey—told in four sections from within a fictional classroom—that reflects on the value of learning and, above all, champions the premise that schools must serve as a vehicle for creating opportunities. For if they fail to do so, it is highly likely that they will meet their end.
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What is the purpose of schools? This question sparks a broad discussion aimed at understanding the current landscape of education in Mexico. Through metafiction, The End of School takes the reader on a playful journey—told in four sections from within a fictional classroom—that reflects on the value of learning and, above all, champions the premise that schools must serve as a vehicle for creating opportunities. For if they fail to do so, it is highly likely that they will meet their end.
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Written By:Carlos Armella, Rodrigo Alonso Kahlo
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