At lunch, I was just talking with a
classmate about the building of the Arts Faculty in Morandé Street. He was
telling me that it was a very old construction with long, dark aisles and
creepy lamps hanging from the ceiling. Well, that’s a very big problem in this
University.
Even when our faculty seems to be
better, the reality is that there’s still a lot to do. We need to improve our
resources like the video cameras, our TV and radio studios and our library.
Sometimes it’s really hard to get to do your works in places like the library,
because is too small and sometimes, or maybe always, very, very noisy.
About the video cameras, can you imagine
that three years ago people had to work with tapes for the video cameras? Come
on! Tapes?! Seriously?! Luckily for us this is part of the past and now we have
digital video cameras, which make the job a lot easier, because you have to
remember the fact that after the shooting there is always a time of editing.
But even when the suffering with tapes has end, we still need better editing
rooms, and more cameras! With all the money that people pays only in this room
(6 peoples) we should get a lot more instruments for our works.
About the studios, they are very small
too, as the library. When I had the Radio Subject it was very bored to spend
the most of the class waiting for your turn to record your podcast. And
sometimes it was kind of stressing, because we had only one hour to record our
podcast and a ten people queue in front of you, all of them doing the same
stuff: survive a small studio.
And the same history with the TV studio.
Too small, too old, too come-on-this-is-not-what-I’m-paying.
I hope, I really do, that this improves
in the future. We need to have better spaces for our professional development,
I mean, I can’t conceive that our studies programme be limited by the tools we
have, or by the one we do not. But anyway, welcome to a public university.
A few months ago I wanted to go to Machu Picchu with my
cousin and a friend during summer. But then, a couple of weeks ago, I was
accepted for an exchange in Belgium in the Free University of Brussels, so I’m
not in the place to spend my money, in fact, I’m saving it like crazy.
So, this summer is going to be very quiet, just in home, enjoying maybe for the
last time a summer at my hometown.
My parents bought a piece of land near by “Salto del Laja”,
which is like 40 kilometers away from Laja, the town where I come from, and the
days in there are very peaceful. We grow our own vegetables, carry our own
water, swim in the river, anyway, I feel very relaxed in there.
But I’m not going to lie to you. It would be great to go to
Machu Picchu and be in Peru for the first time in my life and with two great
friends, as my cousin and my friend Victoria are. But I guess that trip can
wait. I mean, come on! I’m going to Europe, to live in a very different
culture, to face the challenge of surviving to a very different society without
dying in the process.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to this summer. I really enjoy
being with my family, they are very funny, and I really, really enjoy go to the
river every single day.
For me, awkward moments
just aren't too many, because every time I do something ridiculous I can't help
laughing of myself. But that is now that I'm not a child.
When I was six, my mom, my
older sister and I were in a craft fair in Los Ángeles. While we were there I
was amused with a handmade red train. And when I stopped looking at it and turned
around to look out for my mom and sister, all I could see was butts. I kinda
freak out a little bit, but I calmed down when at the end of the aisle I
recognized my sister. So I run over her and once I got there I pinch her in the
back, really hard, as I used to do.
The girl turned around. She
looked at me with a really confused look, as my entire body turned red. I swear
for my life, that I never ever felt more ashamed than that moment. I didn't know
where to go. Luckily for me, I heard my mom voice calling me, so before I
babble an "I'm sorry" I ran to her.
-What happened you? Why are
you so scare? - my mom asked.
-Nothing...I just thought I
was lost- I answered.
Looking back to that
moment, I realize that it wasn’t that awkward, but back then for me was a very
terrible situation.
At lunch, I was just talking with a
classmate about the building of the Arts Faculty in Morandé Street. He was
telling me that it was a very old construction with long, dark aisles and
creepy lamps hanging from the ceiling. Well, that’s a very big problem in this
University. 
