five years since I was forced to go to school, a place that should be "good", and that I would to teach "things" to prepare for life "Academica" in the university, which would enable me to reach the professional world, that world where people go to parties and chuckle (that I learned later, and that nothing was my ideal professional). That place would allow me to buy a house, a car that could travel from time to time, finally a place that would make me "Someone" . because when you have no title, as it is said in the media, you're not no, ahhh I exaggerate, just look when interviewing a person who does not meet the aesthetic and social standards, reporters told him about as far if they transmit disease, but doctors and Lcdos, those are treated with kindness and thus cerquita .
seven years ago, I wondered what was that someone that the academy would form?. When I look around, there are many people who have been added three more points to his name PhD, Dr., Atty .... ect. and what's impossible, now power. But what kind of person are they? .. what kind of person they would shape me?
As I got older, I began to clarify "things", the PhD, were crumbling one by one before my eyes, those great doctors, they began to look like grotesque in the novel, Tirano Banderas, which I read through an excellent teacher and human being called Leonilda Rodriguez, go to the teacher was demanding to see our reading of the novels .. I get asked what it was called the ship, so many in the novel World's End World .. wow that was already more than 14 years ago and still remember it, it will be because I have a different way of learning, some teachers only elucidated.
Dr. Rodriguez (English) was very demanding and most came out poorly on tests, more than 85% of university students that season were from private schools, and had read novels, had access to books, the other 15% came from the same place I do, the public school, where teachers like good Mr. Martinez, had to collect a dollar per student to buy the digests of novels, then took care to tell us what "other." That is the reality of many school campuses, for those days was very difficult and most of the potatoes will mission found it impossible to buy books by the precarious economic situation, often did not understand the need for books if you were in school, was the teacher who was to say what we were going to learn.
So for many students the word grotesque, it sounded like an experiment in physics class, we did not have much vocabulary, just as the internet developed, and practically was a thing of the rich have a computer . Our parents did not read us stories at bedtime. So the reading was also little understood tool in the network information available at that time was minimal. Dr. Rodriguez wise to look beyond what he said a test like Dr. Freeman, professor of English.
Dr. Figueroa, began to speak English in the classroom, from the first day! ... she talking .... gringo style, super fast ... and I cry for the other ... Did not understand anything .... most of my English classes at school had been in English ... therefore tried to go to the bathroom before entering the room .... for so did not have to ask permission to leave. I have no words to describe these two human beings, I demanded a lot, but also gave a lot, were teachers of vocation. Dr. Figueroa, came to the end told us that he had missed tests, so as not to give us the disastrous results I assume that was what really happened. We then evaluated individually in his office, which for her was more difficult to serve 30 students one by one?, If, indeed, for us it was harder to go where she one by one?, Yes, but that difference!, When was demonstrated that choose to be a teacher not to penalize, but to exalt, for people to learn, to grow in us curiosity and love of knowledge. Planted in my humanity and the way I learned some English and read it!
I Have other teachers and Katia Gonzalez (Humanities I) Atty. Ariel Fernandez (Humanities II) and Barjas (Humanities III and IV) Mario (English 3002) and Hugo Visepó Inolvidable (History of Puerto Rico) and Carlos Diaz (Physics) each and every one of them were excellent teachers who challenged his students, but also gave something in return, gave the required quality, with much respect and so funny .. with much love as they spoke. We included in the dialogue, I tried as well.
By the time I left the UPR-Cayey ... the tale became a nightmare, first I never wanted to go to study at the renowned University of Puerto Rico-Rio Piedras, as I've never been citadina, nor will be. But it seems my options were limited, first because my parents could not pay me a run out, two: he had never left Puerto Rico, three-in short I'm a Jivaro. So my world was limited to my family and I was the first generation in college, so I did not have much guidance on academics. But despite all these social restrictions, life gave me wonderful parents who have worked hard for my brother and I were good people, were strict, but that's what I'm here struggling day day. So that someone had to do my school, never was, the One who I am today I owe to my parents.
Everything should be assumed that the Graduate School was not all my hopes and dreams crumbled one by one. The courses are turned into memorize this or that test or to test everything that was not part of the examination, test material or the agenda of the teacher, was not assessed, was becoming a nuisance, was becoming in decay. So the big dinosaur, seeing well never was a herbivore, was always a rex, as well as explicit and Levi Strauss in his book Tristes Tropiques: "There are two types of societies, cannibals and the antropoemicas. The anthropophagic devour their subjects (the misfits) and antropoemicas ( which are those that speak beautifully about the ideal and in practice are nothing but puppets moving their mouths) the vomit.
murderer I've seen both, I have witnessed killings with impunity by PhD, who never looked into the face of who was speaking for superiors believed that he never took the time to anyone, students did not care a desk. I TA (Assistant Professorship / Teach Assistant) for over 5 years and witnessed many things, for which I am filled with rage and anger, it was not fair, some students were too mangled. I witnessed as a student ran out of air in the classroom, I had so many problems that a simple comment in the laboratory that carried the tragedy unleashed! Wao! in my life thought that only one person could pass both .. said goodbye to the class ... and did what I could to address the issue, went out on a Friday 4 hours later, but I never regret it. I did my job!
The university became the Matrix of men who feel superior, to those who do not make mistakes, of which do not stop for a minute to look, you just see, who hear but not listen. People who believe they have the right to humiliate it gives them a paper profit. People he cares about is climbing, because it involves wage increase, but not because they feel vocation for education. University degree gives you a VIP pass to do what you please with little or no conscience, who are the Atty such, or Dr. so more is. Of those who say the entertainment, being a beggar, is socially constructed, and as soon see one hiding her face in disgust, how easy is say 4 walls. The title does not make you a demi-god, you should make more responsible for the issues that permeate our society, when I say these words in other forums (such as the classroom), both peers and teachers tell me you're not going to change the world, but if it costs me, I do make a difference! that is where is the detail says Cantinflas!
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Professor, Teacher, Professor, Accounting, Esq, senator, representative, journalist, secretary, ect is a responsibility in our actions is measured by our humanity, our understanding of change and transformation ; social. Why are they beating their breasts in a classroom or in your work setting? ... always gave me quite disgusting these people who paint activities as excellent, when they were a sovereign crap, not ashamed? really know what they set out? Coated with demagoguery their inertia and not commitment. When I read articles or listen to speeches PhD, of the Doctors and great people who walk BMW and Mercedes, I cry inside, because to this day I ran out of tears that come out. No Departure from the quagmire, conducive to their peers and this ends up worse than gremlins. Relfexionado not have that with all this indifference, the ravine dug it and give them excuses as it comes down to penis envy!
never was blessed because I never became his speeches! I see life, just what it is!
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