I know I will disappoint some of my readers with the next statement: I’m no longer a student. Or for saying it in a better way: I’m not exactly a normal regular student. I’m living in what you can call a transition from being a student to become... still don’t know what else (an adult, maybe? Well, I bet older readers with laugh with that statement).Although I officially finished my career back on July, I’m still missing the thesis and, until that work is not done, I will remain as a student as far as the official university student list concerns. Yet, I have no classes and just recently got a great temporal job that will keep me away from the university except for one, maybe two times a week when I have to give a session to about 30 first year as an assistant professor (a second job, you could say). That's why I'm writing this entry.
Some were expecting to keep reading here about the naïve words of a young woman who haven’t still experience what some people call “the real world out there”. Others, still convinced of the hidden reporter inside me (another wrong statement) were expecting some first hand stories about the most recent events related to the White Hand student movement as they read a few months ago.
Maybe this blog will still have some of that, but for the better or the worse, most (not all) of the latest events I will speak about here from now on, are not the words of a student inside the protest but the words of a girl seeing those protest from an office from 8 till five, through the small window of internet news opened in one tiny corner of a computer surrounded by paperwork.
This does not mean that I’m becoming indifferent of the events are developing or that I have abandon the struggle. No matter how hard you try, this always affect you: you have friends at the protest, or you need to go to the place were the protest is for saying the least.
Also, since a lot has happened these past few weeks that cannot possible be said in just one entry; I have found, as the only way to tell my experiences related to them a sort of diary of the past 15 days that the reader will receive as I finish writing my recent memories of every day.
PS: I often avoid personal details in order to protect my identity, but those were truly necessary so the reader could understand the nature of the following entries
Some were expecting to keep reading here about the naïve words of a young woman who haven’t still experience what some people call “the real world out there”. Others, still convinced of the hidden reporter inside me (another wrong statement) were expecting some first hand stories about the most recent events related to the White Hand student movement as they read a few months ago.
Maybe this blog will still have some of that, but for the better or the worse, most (not all) of the latest events I will speak about here from now on, are not the words of a student inside the protest but the words of a girl seeing those protest from an office from 8 till five, through the small window of internet news opened in one tiny corner of a computer surrounded by paperwork.
This does not mean that I’m becoming indifferent of the events are developing or that I have abandon the struggle. No matter how hard you try, this always affect you: you have friends at the protest, or you need to go to the place were the protest is for saying the least.
Also, since a lot has happened these past few weeks that cannot possible be said in just one entry; I have found, as the only way to tell my experiences related to them a sort of diary of the past 15 days that the reader will receive as I finish writing my recent memories of every day.
PS: I often avoid personal details in order to protect my identity, but those were truly necessary so the reader could understand the nature of the following entries