Now I believe in miracles! Now I belive in miracles really addictive (... this blog I did while listening to music by Pearl Jam, with this graph the importance you give him, because when I enjoy Pearl Jam do nothing else, I just feel the melody ..)
In the better this quote taken from an issue of the Ramones, I heard on the Pearl Jam concert, may sound a little cliché, even dropping in siútico, but which reflects the journey I've taken throughout the semester. Although my experience in this journey started last year when we Journalism and Mass, do you remember?. Although you always said that the questions are not used in journalism and opinion, occupy the same because I see them as a reinforcement of what I have written and also because when I write there are doubts and questions that I myself am in charge of responding .
I remember the first job entrusted to us, the critique of the Day of the Beast's Fat Church and how that request undressed (... hear Better Man, my favorite topic of the group ..) all my skills "shortcomings? had and still have, because I still think I have a lot to assimilate. How can a simple description of a film could be so complicated?, And yet when I came back I noticed the critical number of errors and erasures that brought him the note, a 5.0. I must admit that for me, I'm a big consumer of all types of cinema, it was like a real slap in the face, dry, direct and print.
In subsequent work I realized that my views and what I thought about people and about certain things always He had saved up to a point. This limit was set by the sensitivity of the other and for their tolerance and understanding, this is because, first, as the saying goes, never do what you do not like you did. And the second thing is a bit more complex for me, I've always feared being unable to get along with what my other colleagues, especially those in my group of friends (Silvia, Javier, Drop, Dani A and Wing, Fernando and Teresita) because with this I think I depart or leave me alone, that is why I am constantly making jokes or funny phrases, to feel that I am endorsed or part of something.
I've always been afraid of loneliness, but not deny that sometimes it is good to have some time for yourself. I believe that in the summer I want to begin after classes to see my friends and others, is that despite everything, I enjoy school and what occurs there. With this I think maybe I have no life or that she is very monotonous, perhaps something of both. I strayed from the topic of this blog.
(... sounds Given to Fly, a song that speaks of hope ..)
The second blow I received when instructed to do the column on politics, sarcastically, as it unfortunately failed to understand any of the I wrote jokes and ironies. This felt a great disappointment to see what I expressed daily in oral form could not be translated into words, besides seeing that maybe you told us to do one thing, but in the end we evaluated other. I dropped a decimal point does not appear, but said nothing for a phrase that I felt great, so if it was a blow to my self-esteem.
could not understand how to express my ideas was something that was worth so little, in academic terms by the way, but then I realized that what I said was not what was wrong, but that was how he said it. This is what I discovered when I did the essay on social criticism in Chile, the first and only rigorous test, where we read detestable people like Consuelo Aldunate, amazing how people with this style of narration may appear in the media and for more top out books.
(... Black humming a song to slit their wrists, I remember the girl I met Serena in the Olympics in the last week and which I speak almost daily. I hope and I want to go there soon ...) In that trial
criticized, and greatly, what you showed as social criticism Chilean Aldunate columns including showing and appearing in magazines such as Now and Women, and in my account do not deserve to be studied, detriment of other characters who do not study and we could have served helpful as Rafa Gumucio, Patricio Fernandez or Juan Manuel Vial. Although reproached him that, thinking and fearing that the answer would be just as hard, all this added to the end I deleted four times, the reason for my cries in the computer room and its challenge, I called to a note acceptable. This was the first job where I can say that my wrist was loose.
with the column on the visit of cañamitos something similar happened to me, although my relax me to the end of neglecting the way in which he gave that column, the number of errors in grammar and spelling was outrageous. But I realized that I was on the right track, had to improve the format but the bottom was correct. Although it failed in making a humorous text, since it failed to separate what I think of what I write, which shows the dissonance of the minds in the hard facts, to call it somehow.
separate chapter was the subject of the obituary, which in the end I could not finish for reasons which I will detail now. I have always felt pressure to succeed or at least to achieve certain goals, although they are not given by me, as with the challenge of finishing this race as soon as possible, as my mother has made an enormous effort to I can study and I feel the obligation to repay the effort.
Well, when I started writing, I began to see that maybe I could not finish what my mother started, and thus all the plans I had proposed, as have a job I like, a good wife and children. And with that final thought to live only thinking about all the possibilities that Farr in my life. I must admit that I fell into a questioning of my actions and I doubted it was actually able to meet my mother, my family and myself. Do not ask you to forgive me this explanation for not delivering the job, but at least you know what was behind that ultimately did not pass the task. Chapter closed. With
time I discovered that I'm not really a loser as I thought, as to my real person and my role as a writer. I often think that I am at the height of several of my colleagues who write dramatic, as in the case of Gustavo, Javier, Omar or Remiso. Many times I have wondered if I have paniko.cl article, to which I say no, because I consider myself not able to respond to such challenges. However, I could make some web pages as-mente.cl mundocarrete.com and some texts themselves, which have been well accepted. Must be to have all been involved with music, recitals and stuff like that. In fact the title of this letter comes from a song.
(... Yellow Ledbetter is present, their music is special to this kind of nights ...)
The culminating point of this budding writing career is marked by the last work done thoroughly and that it was on open air museum, a place he knew in advance but no surprise left me and where I could finally get on with what you asked what I could deliver and achieve appreciation. This union was sealed with my highest score, 6.5, which made this work I was asked by a friend to be published in a magazine she founded and where articles appear in a court rather creative as poems, stories and reviews personal. That I am filled with pride, a letter that he never had a distinctly academic purpose may have both a value.
Maybe my insecurity is losing ground so many years will help build and many times I stopped to do the things I really wanted, for fear of rejection or ridicule. These two weeks I have been able to confirm what was said, since the work on open-air museum that I publish, is the fact that in the recent past Olympics, I met a student of journalism with which I have begun to share all my internal processes, it is not higher, as far as my feelings I am very quiet and only a few know what I have experienced since leaving education basic, work, sacrifice, delays, tears. But I have grown to divert the topic.
