My passion

                It’s not easy to me talking about my passion, because I’m not a very passionate person. Despite, there is some things that I really love to do, like read books, write stories, watch tv series or listen music. But I’m going to choose two of them and the most important to me is writing and reading.

                Literature is important to me because it allows me to know many worlds, styles, thoughts, etc, without moving out of my desk. It doesn’t mean that I love every book in the universe or that I think everyone in the planet has to love books because it’s the only way we’re going to be smarter and wiser. I hate those people who think reading makes them better than others that watch tv or something.

              

  I’ve went to some workshops about literature. The first I went was about poetry, then I apply to one of iniciation in narrative. Others workshops I’ve been are about stories, microstories and authors. Currently I belong to a workshop about gay literature where we read and talk about writers and poets like Beatriz Preciado, Néstor Perlongher, Pedro Lemebel, Severo Sarduy, Mauricio Wacquez, José Donoso and others. All of them known by rule-breaking works. When I write, they are my influences.

                Sadly, university and studies don’t let me to dedicate all the time I’d like to my passion, but I hope things change sometime.  

Thinking about what I want to do after my graduation is not easy, I don’t really know it. But if I am sure about something is that I want to get back to my hometown, Copiapó. Every time I visit my city and meet with my family and friends I reinforce the idea of myself living surrounded by my loved ones.

Although, Copiapó is not a city where journalists can find job easily, so I don’t know if I could be able to do it.

            

In the professional level, I’d like to specialize in the field of communication researches, making studios and investigations. But talking about actually journalist work, I’d prefer print media.

Other of my interests is writing. I usually go to writing workshops where I share differents texts that I make and we share our opinions of literature. So, it’s my dream to dedicate all my life to this area, reading and writing.

            All I know is when I try to imagine my life in five years more, I see myself in Copiapó, writing stories and poems, working in a quiet place and with all the people I love.

The best/worst concert of my life

I don’t go to concerts often, because I like going to gigs of my very favourite bands only. So, the best concert I’ve been and I’m never going to forget is the show of The Killers in the first version of Lollapalooza in Chile in 2011.

 It was the best concert for me because was the first time that I could see the most important band of my teenager years soundtrack. I knew every song and I really enjoyed having them in front of me. But, I have to say that minutes after the show began I started to feel really bad because Brandon Flowers, the vocalist, was very energetic and he didn’t stop to invite the people to jump. 

This was very complicated to me because my height. I’m small so I had to try to get out of the crowd, something not too easy. I think I look like a desperate boy and people feel sorry for me. One of those persons, maybe a boy, took my hand and hold me on to a place with less people where I could finally breath. I ended singing The Killers’s songs thousands miles away from the band of my adolescence, a little sad but grateful of still being alive.

Writing a blog is always a good experience because I think to express your ideas is very important. Particularly, blogging for the English class has been funny due to different activities in each class. So, I enjoy making English texts with boring stories of my life and things about what I think of the world because that gives a serious aspect to my stupid thoughts (xd).

I  have always wanted to start my own blog but I never know about what I want to talk. So I don’t know if I want to have a blog currently. But if I had to say about what I talk in my hypothetical blog, maybe the recurrent topics would be literature (although I don’t know so much about it), homosexuality, heartbroken, music, platonic love and some others irrelevant things that nobody wants to read.

The English blog really helps to practice that language because it requires me to search for words I didn’t know or popular expressions that are not easy to translate like “Jack-of-all-trades” (I think I never going to forget it).

Good things of blogging in the English class are practicing the language (like I said before), expressing our ideas in English and knowing about classmates too. I think a bad thing is you have to write in few words topics that demands more explanations.

Maybe I change the moment when you have to comment others entries because sometimes I don’t know what to say about what I am reading but that’s a problem of my boring head.

The earliest memory I have of my life is about a trip I made when I was three years old. I remember it was in the morning so my parents had to wake me up so early that day. I can see in my mind clearly how my mom prepared a baby bottle with milk for the journey. 

Canto del Agua, Vallenar, Región de Atacama

               The voyage we were doing was from Copiapó to Canto del Agua, a rural place located near Vallenar, around one hour and a half from regional capital of Atacama. I remember I was very happy for going there because my parents told me there were lots of animals like horses, ducks, chickens, birds and others, beside so many trees with fruits, something strange if we consider Copiapó is a very dry place. That was a beautiful day with my dad, who cares about me like my mom did (yes, I come from a patriarchal and sexist family).

                I think it’s an important memory for me (and maybe that’s the reason I remember it) because it’s one of the few times I enjoy sharing moments with my dad. He always was working in almost all my childhood and playing, going out or simply being with him were exceptional situations.

                This memory makes me feel strange because it makes me happy remembering beautiful days about my childhood but instead I think it’s sad my dad couldn’t share more moments with my because the job. That’s sad for him too, but currently he says he is doing with his grandson (my nephew) what he couldn’t do with us (my brother and me).

Universidad de Chile is one of the most important and older institutions of further education in our country. The university is divided into about ten campus. I study in Juan Gomez Mllas, one of the most loved because the university life there is great, supposedly. JGM is located in Ñuñoa, in a place known as “Cordón Macul”, where is Universidad Tecnológica Metropolitana y la Universidad Metropolitana de las Ciencias de la Educación.

Campus Juan Gomez Millas is formed of four faculties (Filosofía y Humanidades, Ciencias Sociales, Artes y Ciencias) and Instituto de la Comunicación e Imagen (ICEI). Each of them has its own places and they are surrounded by green areas, which is a characteristic of the place, although every time there are less because new buildings in construction.

Universidad de Chile is a public institution with pluralistic and inclusive policy, or it is what authorities usually say, but most of students are from an elitist part of the Chilean society (in intellectual or economical terms).

If I have to talk about something positive of Universidad de Chile, it could be about the reputation of having “Universidad de Chile” in your curriculum and maybe some good teachers that really teach you.

In the negative part, I don’t like some students and teachers who act like they are the best of the country. Also I think in Chile are more guys that want to entry to Universidad de Chile and they couldn’t because they didn’t have better opportunities in this classist society.

Finally, I have to say that I don’t think that going to university is a big thing. I think there are more interesting things to do in your life instead studying in further education, but it is a way of life the system doesn’t accept and I am part of this, sadly.

There was a case in Brazil where a woman had a hard pregnancy, so the family asks to the Virgin a good birth. If everything would be fine and the baby would born sane, they let the hair of the guy grows until he/she was a teenager. The baby was born with sexual ambiguity and doctors decided to give a male gender with surgeries. When baby grew up and assisted to the hospital with his long hair, they were complicated and ask to the family cut his hair, but family refused.

Intersexuality is not an easy subject to talk about, because most of times it is explain from a medical point of view, which usually use a cultural discourse of a binary society disguised with scientific words. That’s because intersexuality is described like an anomaly of nature, an illness.

So, we can say intersexuality is a condition where is a “divergence” between chromosomal sex and genitals. But we say “divergence” just because we are product of binary culture where is possible woman and man only, and not a lot of others sex that exists in the world, even among animals.

When a baby is born with this condition, doctor advices the family to “correct” sex to correspond with her/his gender. But it’s important to ask ourselves about why is necessary to mutilate bodies to not disturb a society.

I think it’s time to start to understand another ways of being a person and do not suppress other demonstrations of nature only because maybe there are not functional to a system interested in production and nothing more.