Ben Kimim ki


 Ben Efe, takma ismim yok ama küçüklüğümden beridir çevrim içi kullandığım mahlasım ‘Mizu’, Japon kültüründen gelir ve ‘su’ demektir, neden seçtiğimi bilmiyorum ama her sorana farklı şeyler anlatırım. Asıl hayalim Akademide kalmak ve Şiir üzerine çalışmak, tabi her öğrenci gibi gelecek kaygısı yüzünden formasyona kayıt oldum zaten bir şeyler öğretmeyi severim o yüzden pişman değilim. Bu dersin bana teknolojinin eğitim alanında nasıl daha efektif kullanılacağını göstereceğine inanıyorum. Özellikle yapay zeka ilgimi çok çekiyor ve aktif kullanıyorum, ödev yapmak için değil ama birçok farklı kaynağı araştırdığın konu ile alakalı şekilde sıralaması çok işime yarıyor. Hatta yazdığım bir şiiri yapay zekaya seslendirtmiştim ve gayet iyiydi. Sinemaya ilgiliyim, bir sıralar eleştirmenlik adı altında Instagram sayfası açmıştım ama Matrix filminin ikincisine yaptığım eleştiri sonrası linç okları bana atılınca bıraktım. Şiir yazmayı çok severim ve Romantik dönemi örnek alırım. Diyeceklerim sanırım bu kadar.

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