Guillermo Moreno
(Autobiography) 
I was born in Mexico City in 1956. My family, at that time, was moving from the lower class toward being established into the middle class. Our religious beliefs were catholic at that time. The first years of my education took place in a catholic private school in a suburban area called “El Parque” in Mexico City, where I learned nice religious songs for Christmas (villancicos) that I still remember clearly. It was a beautiful period of my Elementary School grades 1st and 2nd. I remember exactly my music teacher, a tall and elegant woman almost always wearing a black skirt with a white blouse and a black jersey. She used a baton, indicating to us the high and the low tones when we were singing as a choir, and she made us feel very talented and appreciated. She also used to play the piano and she played very well; it seemed that the whole old building echoed, enjoying her music. It was the first time that I had contact with music and I liked to observe my music teacher with detail. I think my teacher was so perfect, she entirely felt the music, moving her head with the rhythm and transmitting this musical effect in us. I remember every song with the feelings that she made us have with the music coming from her piano.
After this period of time my family wanted to save a little bit of money, so they changed my sister and me to a public school. It was a very big contrast. I started to deal with older kids and other kids with emotional impairments that harassed kids like me, who were much younger, and who were wearing nice clothes or a nice uniform. My mother always took care of my everyday school uniform, washing it very often and ironing it; my white shirt was always washed with starch and ironed. So those bad kids were always hiding my backpack, stealing my lunch, pencils, color pencils, etc. This period of time was a shock for me. I remember my 3rd grade teacher by his nickname “the camel”, because he was very tall and old so that his posture made him look like a hunchback. This professor used to categorize the students by something negative such as “Champion of…” we had the champion of dirtiness, lousiness, sleepiness, fighting, etc. He mentioned my title as “the champion nervousness (el calambres)”, because I was always afraid and nervous of that kind of environment, where I needed to watch my personal belongings every second, or someone would take them or someone would beat me for any reason. Fortunately I just stayed there (Yugoslavia Republic Elementary School) for one year.

I think that the problem with that school was, because we moved to a newly constructed neighborhood, “Jardin Balbuena”, without all of the city services, this school was the only one available, with a huge student population. We registered late, so we couldn’t find a space during the morning session and we were stuck with the afternoon session in which older kids were mixed with kids rejected from other schools for their bad behavior. But anyway, we were really lucky when the new school, one block from my house was finally finished being built and opened its doors. 

I started a new period of academic activities in my life. My generation was the first one to debut in this school. It was a new school, with new chairs, desks, blackboards, windows, doors, etc. It had very nice basketball courts and some mini soccer fields. Teachers also looked very nice and young. The last part of my Elementary School 4th, 5th, and 6th grades were very comfortable, I obtained very good grades, I was at the head of my class and competed for a National Academic Prize for Elementary Schools called “La Ruta Hidalgo”, everyone felt proud of me: my teacher, classmates, etc. My mother was helping me to prepare for the contest, with her patience, dedication and knowledge. We obtained, my team of students and I, a very good position, representing my school district. My principal, after the results, had a big school celebration for us.

When I passed to Middle School, things were not very similar to my last experience, but I was still placing first in my group and also in my generation (9 to 12 class groups). The only problem was the location of the school (Francisco Javier Clavijero). It was located in a very low class neighborhood. My mother wanted to have me close to my father’s car repair shop, so that he could watch me closely every day. My father’s business was situated close to a large trucking area where trucks transported fruits and vegetables to the city from the countryside. I can recognize that the school system was good; the principal was a stout woman, strong physically, and with a strong temper. She didn’t allow any kind of bad behavior inside the school, but the problem was outside, where homeless, drug addicts and gangs, daily harassed the students who were leaving the school, asking for money or any valuables, like watches, rings, necklaces, etc. I remember that, many times, the staff of the school, along with policemen, surrounded the school as protection for us.

I tried to do the best I could. In this school, during those three years, I learned a lot, especially in my electronic workshop, which I really enjoyed.  I learned how to build radios (both, made by bulbs and transistors), amplificatory devices, interphones, battery chargers, etc. My teacher was a mature man, a veteran of WWII. He was a volunteer in the Mexican battalion 201 that fought against the Japanese in the Philippines in 1944. He was one of the few survivors. My teacher was a very nice person that delighted us with his stories of combat. He was also a good technician that had plenty of knowledge of electronic devices.  He was very patient with every one, and if some of the students didn’t have enough money to buy the materials for the class, he used to give them the materials for free.

The funny experience that I can tell about this school, is that since I was close to my father’s workshop, every day I had to pass by his business and say hello to him, asking him if he needed something that I could help him with. Sometimes I had to wait for a while when he was busy talking to his customers, just to say “Hi” and then go home. I remember one time, I think it was in 1970, when the world Cup took place in Mexico, everyone at the school wanted to watch the game between Mexico vs. Belgium, and it was exactly during the class time, so the students formulated a plan to escape from the school. The authorities of the school figured out our conspiracy and tried to stop us from doing that. I remember, it was chaos, there were students running all over the place outside and inside the school.  Janitors, professors, the principal and more, were running too, trying to catch us. I went really quickly to see my father. I was running too, to let him know that I was leaving the school, and say goodbye. It was the only time that I didn’t wait so long to see him, because of the persecution. I still do not know if he knew what was happening there. I guess not, because he could have probably punished me immediately in the same afternoon for not attending classes. 

My father was a very dedicated worker.  He used to work from 8:00 a.m. till 8:00 p.m. every day from Monday to Friday, Saturdays he closed earlier 4:00 p.m. But sometimes, I remember, because I used to work with him as a helper during this period of time, if there was a broken truck that needed to be repaired for the weekend, he stayed longer that Saturday and sometimes the following Sunday. I think that my father was a good example for me in being responsible and constant in any activity. He was very meticulous with his job, a perfectionist - almost an artist, he never left any job without finishing it. I can remember the front part of the radiators that had screens like a bee panel; he always fixed the parallel layers with his pliers, like an artist looking for a perfect ending.

The only fun that my father used to have was going to Acapulco, the closest beach resort to Mexico City. Since my mother was always busy with her own business, my father used to take me with him to Acapulco. I really enjoyed this vacation, it was the most exciting thing that I had done at that time. There was delicious sea- food, beautiful beaches with every afternoon sunset and the beautiful blue colors of the ocean. The gold colored sand, the constant waves of the sea that massaged me and sometimes threw me away with a strong movement was a paradise for me during the period of my infancy, sharing with my father, these wonderful moments.


My mother’s business consisted of a small entrepreneurship of home made tortillas with a limited production. She had success with her business; lots of people were in line, waiting to get the warm and tasty tortillas during the lunchtime. Because this kind of business required lots of effort; getting up very early in the morning to obtain the corn mass from the mill and finishing usually very late to maintain the tortilla machine in a good mechanical condition, my mother decided to sell her business. She sold her “tortilleria” at a very good price for the business’ prestige in that zone.  She got enough money to initiate a prosperous goods importation business. Then, by the early 70’s, with the new government’s policies “Luis Echeverria” in power, restrictions on imported products increased; this president tried to give more support to national products, so my mother changed her trade for a mini supermarket.
After my three years of Middle School, I tried to get into the Physics and Mathematics High School, the exam was extremely difficult, because of the huge population of candidates and the high academic expectancy of these schools, but I passed the test. I remember the time that I received the notification envelope, I ran immediately to my mother’s business to let her know that I was ready for my new school. Close to her was Mrs. Altamirano, the owner of a Jewelry store contiguous to my mother’s; she was so happy too. Mrs. Altamirano was kind of an interesting woman; very aristocratic. She came from a bourgeois family; actually her family last name is “Borges”, her grand father Mr. Borges, was part of the “Venustiano Carranza” cabinet, after the Mexican Revolution. 

The excitement within myself was uncontrollable because I got the right high school of Science and Mathematics according to my dreams; I felt a part of the Polytechnic Institute, which is in contrast with my sisters’ Arts and Humanities Preparatory that belongs to the National University of Mexico. My sister Gloria received the blue and gold representative colors with the emblem of the ferocious puma, which was the big rival of the white donkey that represents my school. But not everything was a party and a celebration. This High school was very academically demanding. I remember that I used to get up before 6:00 a. m. in order to catch the public bus and get to school by 7 o’clock. My classes were very concentrated in Science and technology, I had a break from 2 to 3 and then I had a workshop of Architecture and Remodeling from 3 to 6:00 p. m. Basically I lived in that school; it was very tough, but still, I loved it. 

I remember that during the Foot Ball season, we used to go to the stadium in our own school bus. We were singing the school anthem, and some cheer songs to animate our team. We used to enjoy more the student environment with the band, cheerleaders, and the satisfaction of being there than merely the game. During this period of time, I also belonged to the school swimming team and then, because of my abilities in the water, I formed part of the National Polytechnic Water Polo team. I had enormous satisfactions in this part of my life; I participated in many swimming competitions as an individual and as a team, representing the white and cherry colors of my school. I remember the first time when I received my team uniform; I spent a considerable amount of time looking at myself in front of the mirror at my cherry colored pants and jacket with white stripes and a white t-shirt with the emblem of my school. I felt like I was in a dream. That showed how much I loved my school. 

The transition from High school to College was a very easy step. At least the first year; it was nothing stressful. As a matter of fact, it was the other way around, because High school was very disciplinary with intensive academic goals. College on the other hand was like open student decision-making. Students chose their schedules; selected their teachers and so on. Colleges during these times had a very popular “Student Committee” that facilitated any kind of student convenience. I remember by the time that I entered College; the student association board was promoting the return of the money that we paid for registration fees, advocating that the public education in Mexico must be free, according to our constitution. Well, they gave me my money back at that time, but the funny thing is that when I graduated from College, they charged me all of the fees that I owed, year-by-year. But anyway, it was still fairly inexpensive, probably no more than one thousand dollars for all the five years that I was there, and nevertheless, it is not comparable with the tremendous knowledge and academic experiences that I received from that institution.

After the first year at College, things became more serious; students were more focused, the teachers more professional, and the situation at the school more academic. My major at the Polytechnic Institute was Geological Engineering; that is the study and the use of natural sciences like geology and the application of this knowledge in Civil constructions like high ways, bridges, reservoirs, large human developments, etc. These studies are also applicable to the exploration and prospecting of natural resources like underground water, oil deposits, precious metals, commercial metals, strategic minerals, etc. I think that my major was very extensive; now I can understand how demanding and intense my academic program was. I accomplished this subject with a total of 172.50 credits hours. 

The academic environment of my school at this level was full of excitement.  We made many fields trips, among them, I remember the one that we made to Chiapas, South of Mexico, where recently were discovered important hydrocarbon deposits. We met with our president Luis Echeverria, almost at the end of his administration, and four more Latin-American presidents, among others, Andres Perez from Venezuela. We called the place: “The five presidents oil field”, I think that our third world leaders were making arrangements to be integrated into the OPEC, and commercialize better prices for our oil. But this venture was never realized, probably because of political and economic pressure from the U. S. Another trip that we made was to Veracruz, (La Isla del Medium) at the Golf of Mexico platform of rifts, marine life and gradually sedimentation that feeds all sea mini-creatures called plankton. It was just gorgeous, thousands of different species of fish, wonderful buildings of corals, starfishes, octopus, sharks, etc. By the way, the course I took there was Biogeology.

By the middle of my College career, I knew almost all of the teachers. In general, they were very helpful and professional; most of them were related with the work forces, like oil companies, energetic companies, mining, and natural resources. These companies were run either by government or by private sector. In my case, I was tempted to explore these new challenges of geology jobs, so I asked my professor of Sedimentology and Stratigraphy, Dr. Charleston, if he could help me to look for a part time geology assistant position. He answered me that he would. The next class, he checked my qualifications and said to me that he had just opened a consulting company, and he could probably need my help. Because of my lack of experience in the field, the salary was not really attractive, but anyway I was excited with my new job, and the geological experience that I could get from it. Dr. Charleston was a full time professor, who got his Ph. D. at University of Michigan. At that time; he started a small consultant firm that made exploration projects for carbon and oil deposits.


Almost at the end of my College education (1980), I was somewhat sentimental at the time to say goodbye to my school, teachers and classmates. It was such a beautiful environment; very nice and considerate people that some teardrops came from my eyes. I hugged almost all of my classmates and desired them very good luck with their future lives. Some students had to deal with the change from school to a workplace. In my case, I already obtained valuable experience on my job. When I graduated, my boss asked me if I wanted to continue with his company. And I said yes. He welcomed me again and obviously changed my earnings, this time to a professional salary. It was really interesting to continue with my job. I knew the work methods. I knew very well my workmates, with whom I felt confident, and the most important thing, I was promoted to do my own work, as head of some projects.

Obviously the student life is not the same as the professional life, and I was really missing my school, and by that time there was a popular song, entitled “Amor the studiante”, which means the love of the student. That song really made me cry, because of the content of its words that refers to your first love; “your school”. I couldn’t wait to come back to school, but it was not very easy to do that. I intended, one time, to work on my master degree at the University of Mexico, but I didn’t succeed because of my responsibilities in the countryside. As you know, geologists work like peasants, always in the field, surrounded by mountains, exuberant jungles or arid deserts. The offer to go back to school came after fifteen years when some Puerto Rican students from the University of Michigan came to my parent’s house accompanied by my brother, Alex, who was studying in this university working on his Ph. D. in Political Science.
By that time it was a political turmoil in Mexico; the assassination of the presidential candidate of the ruling political party (PRI). It also was an economic crisis with the change of government, the collapse of our currency, high inflationary index, the plunge of the Mexican Stock Market, the uncertain speculations of the privatization of Mexico’s largest oil company “Pemex”. The outcomes of NAFTA, that gave, in consequence, the deterioration of many small Mexican entrepreneurs that couldn’t compete against transnational companies. The intermission of British-American oil companies in prospecting national soil for governmental contracts that left small companies apparently without main activity, like the one that I was working with. All of these issues gave to the most Mexican people a very bad taste of this miserable situation and state of unemployment. Friends of my brother Alex brought me some hopes, when they proposed to help me in my plans of getting a post degree in my field, while the Country straightened out its situation. I liked the idea; everyone wants to come to the United States for many reasons; the green money, the adventure, visiting the most successful country in the world, visiting all those beautiful places that Hollywood shows us in the movies, the American dream, etc. 

In my case, I wanted to finish a master degree in the U. S. and come back to Mexico with a better education and to be more competitive and updated in my field. But things are not always that simple. I went to the Geological department at U of M, and they were sincere with me. They didn’t have enough of a budget for scholarships or student projects. The head of this department was explicit and let me know that in order to get there I needed available economic support of up to four thousand dollars a semester. And for the first time, I understood and appreciated the educational privileges that I have back in my country in contrast with the expensive college fees of the United States. But I didn’t want to go back to my country without having accomplished any of my studies, so I decided to at least take an English course.

I studied English at Stone School in an ESL program that the Ann Arbor Public School offers for foreign students, in order to improve our English skills. I met very nice teachers, always accessible, smiling, in a good mood, very helpful. I noticed that they enjoyed teaching so much; they used to prepare international events where every student would show something interesting that represents his/her country. It was a real experience to taste different kinds of food from Japan, Korea, China, Middle East, South America, Puerto Rico, etc. I had a very good time learning English and learning from other cultures in real life with wonderful classmates. It took me about six months to study English. Nevertheless, I was not quite well prepared yet, but my visa was about to expire, so I started preparing for my trip to Mexico. I had started to say goodbye to my friends. It was really curious that at the last moment of my sojourn, I met my wife in a coincidental moment.

A few days away from my trip, I went to say goodbye to my friend Miledis, a classmate from the Dominican Republic, who was always nice, humble, and friendly. By that time, she was living with Pat, a friend of hers, who shared her house with her and her nieces. That afternoon I came to Miledis’ house and I saw Pat. I must say that I was impressed with her, especially because Miledis used to refer to her as “la senora”, that means “the Mrs.”, so I was picturing her as an old lady, but my imagination was wrong, because Pat was very young, beautiful and elegant. We started having a nice conversation. Obviously, I felt a little bit embarrassed because of my bad English, but I noticed that she was okay listening to me. I figured out later that she found me an interesting person, and I shared the same opinion about her. I was fascinated listening to her; I could have probably stayed hours and hours listening to her at the same time admiring her as a beautiful person with a lovely voice. We had such a wonderful time that we decided to see to each other again.

The last week before my trip, it was inexplicable like a dream. I saw Pat almost every day, two or three times in the same day. We talked, we shared time together. We went to many parks, we danced, etc.  We enjoyed our time together so that we became crazy and obsessed with each other, and we felt like we belonged to each other. The momentum was terrific; I wanted to stop time and extend that week for a century. But time is time. It never stops, so I went back to Mexico with the hot and fervent idea of coming back to the United States of America as soon as possible, this time not for a postgraduate school program -this time just to love my American woman.

Pat is originally from Berlin, Germany; she came to the United States when she was seven years old. She went to nursing school at EMU and graduated with a BSN. At the present time she works at the U of M Hospital. The same as me, she was married before, but not divorced, as was my case.  She had lost her husband as a result of a freeway car accident. She spent her time as a nurse and as a wife during the last part of Joe’s life. In my case, I got divorced in 1985, and since that time I was not really looking for a second love. I was more interested in giving myself more time for education and self-improvement issues. After meeting Pat, things changed from my perspective. I wanted to get married again with a very strong feeling and live with my wife all of the time, every minute, every second. Since that time that I flew to Mexico, I’ve never been separated from Pat and obviously from this wonderful country, living in love and harmony.

After I obtained my immigration status, I did work different jobs; as a food server, in construction, painting, etc. and I had a very happy life close to my wife. But I always felt like there was an empty spot inside of me, and I knew that something was wrong with my self-achievement. One time I talked to myself seriously; “Guillermo, you need to do something quickly, you are not going to work your whole life as a waiter or something like that. You are still young and you need to continue your education.” I talked to my wife about that and we agreed to make the sacrifice of coming back to school. I continued working during the day and in the afternoons I started my Second Bachelor program in Computer Science at EMU. After my first semester in the school, I found a better job opportunity, it was teaching Spanish in private schools, with a better salary and a more prestigious position of an instructor. This job really gave me a nice taste of being a teacher and I found myself very enthusiastic and comfortable with this role. 

When I started attending classes at EMU, I became aware of many issues that completely surprised me; how in a first world country we can have schools with some instructors that have very low academic achievement. I always thought that the U. S. would have the most prestigious universities in the world, with the highest-level educated teachers. But after my first semester, I understood that I was wrong and at the same time felt very sorry for wasting opportunities to do my master degree in my own country with well-prepared teachers who had plenty of experience.

I had a terrible experience with one professor from India, Chaudhuri who taught some of the computers courses. My first bad impression of him was in the lab. He never stayed in the lab helping students; he used to go back to his office and left a student helper that is from his same country, India, to help us with the programming assignments. The academic preparation of this student was not adequate to answer our questions, so I decided to go to Chaudhuri’s office and ask how to run my programs. I remember his face; he was very disappointed. He started asking me questions about my background, and telling me that I am very deficient, and finally he recommended me to drop the course and change my major because I would not be able to pass the subsequent higher level courses. All of these bad and nasty recommendations helped me to study much stronger every single day, sometimes for more than 8 hours, until 2:00 a.m. and demonstrated to this professor that not only people from India can understand computers. 

It took me the first two and a half years to comprehend the basic computer architecture, some computer programs and algorithms to be ready for the next challenge; the 300 level courses. Feeling fairly strong in my major, I went to my Computer Science Department to ask for some hours to work as a lab assistant during the afternoon, in order to get a little experience and obviously earn extra money. The lab person in charge told me that professor Chaudhuri had requested a student assistant for his lower level classes and lab. The next day I saw professor Chaudhuri in the hall way, so I asked him about being his student assistant, telling him that I already had my 100 and 200 level courses completed with good grades.  He looked at me with the same disappointed expression, and said to me: “I don’t think that you would be able to help me.” and turned around and continued walking. He really made me mad and made me feel like he didn’t trust me even though I could prove my B grades. I didn’t want to think more about him and his negative personality, so I let it go and focused on the new courses that I was going to take. 

During this time that I was taking some courses at the 300 levels, I met very helpful, well- prepared and up-to-date teachers, such as Matthew Evett. He is one of my favorite teachers. He used to receive me in his office very enthusiastically; for him there were no stupid questions. He was very patient and I think that I learned a lot with him; I owed him the return of my self-esteem. Thanks to Evett, I started on the right foot with the appassionato and useful language of Java. This professor was very tough but updated.  He was always using computer textbooks not older than 2 years, and he always brought his laptop to show us on the classroom screen how to run the programs. He was always available for any question or academic petition. I remember when I used to go to the computer meetings; he always participated, encouraging students and professors to meet for new releases of high-tech and bringing in speakers, personally related with the blue chip companies. Evett, during his classes, pointed out that we needed to be innovative, that computer technology changes almost every two years, so we need to renovate ourselves too and be updated. 

At the 400 levels, I also had other very good teachers like Elsa Valeroso, a Network professor of Philippine descendent, who gave us the most sophisticated studies of an Internet, Ethernet, PPP, and more protocols. Because of the difficulties of this subject, she used to have many students in her office. I was among them, and she always explained to us with great detail. Sometimes we were with her, solving the problems, for more time than her available offices hours. She never told us that she had to go; just in the case that she had another class. Elsa was another professor who was very up-to-date, using the most recent textbooks, and the most recent communication networks. 

I could probably mention too, that I took some basic courses at Washtenaw Community College, where the fee is three times less expensive and the level of teaching is probably, for the basic courses, the same level of EMU, and sometimes even better. WCC presents very prepared instructors that are very conscious of helping students. This college has a very nice updated installation and I could mention that for my field, computers, and computer labs are much better than EMU. 

Now that I finished my major, and I have the chance to compare all of my teachers and evaluate, in general, the academic level of students and teachers, I could probably say that it was in very good standing. I think that I learned a lot and I also think that my instructors were on a very competitive level. I had wonderful teachers especially at the second half of my major: Evett, Valeroso, Maniccam, Sterzik, McMillan, Zeiger, Hoogerbeets, Hoft, etc. Thanks to all of them for their time and consideration, which made it possible for me to finish my education. I could also understand that the Computer Science Department is founded on very high academic expectations of the students and that it is a very competitive department.  For this and other reasons, it encouraged me to study constantly effectively and profoundly, and I am glad of this because I know that I am also a competitive professional.   

I could probably understand too, after having passed through the whole Computer Science program, that the bad impression that I had of Professor Chaudheri, made me conclude that he was one of few instructors that was not quite prepared for the level of classes that he was teaching, using textbooks and material from the early 80’s.  His narrow knowledge of the computer field made him appear unconfident and afraid of students’ questions.  For this reason, he was always hiding in his office, expressing his negative mood and being reluctant to help and clarify student’s doubts. I could also understand that with an inefficient teacher, students reflect that lack of knowledge and can end up with poor grades, as in my case, the unpleasant “D” that I still have on my transcripts and which doesn’t disappear, even though I repeated the course and subsequently obtained a “B”. 

By the last semester of my program, I applied at the Ann Arbor Public Schools for a position of substitute teacher. They accepted my application in a positive way and facilitated me to become a teacher. It was an extraordinary experience for me. As I started my new job, I could recognize that it was not easy at the beginning, being in front of a crowded class of 30 to 35 students. But I think that I did well; I never forgot to give a sincere smile to my students, be respectful, act with courtesy and the most important issue was to always be helpful with the student’s necessities. Any time that someone raised the hand, I immediately responded with interest and attention; I was very careful to not hurt someone’s feelings by being apathetic, indifferent, or reluctant. Sometimes I could recognize that I didn’t have the complete knowledge for answering the question, but I acted sincerely and, at the same time confident, and helpful, saying that I would investigate in my book for a couple minutes and then I would bring the answer back to them. 

I felt really successful in this teaching job, that I came to discover that I have great aptitudes for teaching, and this inspired me to go back to school in order to get more knowledge, from professional educators and become an effective teacher, while getting my teaching certificate. The environment of the School of Education was much more human than the Computer Science Department. Now I feel different; I feel as a person that can interact verbally with another person, not just a piece of software trying to be implemented by my computer instructor, which is how I sometimes I felt. I also found very important topics and materials that could be very helpful in my classroom. I am learning, at this time, how we need to transmit our knowledge and implement it for different student’s responses. I am learning how to adapt my academic material according to my student’s necessities and manage my classroom in an effective way where everyone can learn. I am learning how to identify those students with impairments or learning disabilities in order to help them on time with the appropriate interventions. 

In addition, I can say that the school of education is giving me the necessary tools to have success in the classroom, besides using my experiences through the years of being a student, worker, researcher, and now an educator. I am looking toward to bringing the best of myself to my daily classes; my patience, my talent, my positive sense of humor, my sincerity, my positive expectations, my knowledge, my respect, my attention, my fervent interest in my students, my constant training, etc. 
Thank you very much.

Guillermo Moreno                                                                                                       Go back to curriculum         

Email: gmamoreno@yahoo.com