Oh diary, sweet diary! 19th November, 2016
Where should I begin? The only phrase which may identify with my current situation is: “What a day!” I have to admit that this ‘typical’ Friday at my university is not that typical per se. But firstly, let me introduce you, my dear diary, to my casual yet normal daily schedule: Usually, during this third semester of my master degree, I, only, have three days of school. Moreover, even amid these days, I cannot describe them as real crowded ones for they are, always, variable and they are shifting accordingly. Fortunately, I have plenty of time for my own activities during the other days (Saturday, Sunday (Even though I despise Sundays for no current reason!), Monday and Tuesday). So yes! I think I can enjoy some peace of mind!
Now, back to my black Friday! It actually started at nine o’clock with a course about Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave. Frankly speaking, it is an interesting book about slavery in the United States. Nonetheless, why studying about a historical fact when we are already knowledgeable about the whole issue!?
My following course at that day began at ten thirty (Indeed, I barely had a coffee break, can you believe it?). Anyway, that session was even more uninteresting than the previously mentioned one: I t is called Micro-Teaching. Well, I have a confession to make my dear diary: I do not want to be a teacher in the future! It is not registered in my to do list! Hey, guess what?! That session lasts for THREE HOURS AND A HALF!!! What madness could bring me there!! Why?! Moreover, I do think that it is irrelevant for the skills of my type of master (Cross Cultural Poetics)!!
But finally, at the end of the day, I earned my happy ending!! Yes, after that long and tiresome day, I won a nice yet relaxing outing along with my childhood friend. It was a blast, to be honest!! However, my dear diary, I have to admit that asking for knowledge and going to the university can be a fun thing to do, and I have lived some of the happiest moments there. As a matter of fact, no matter how hard and challenging it may seem, I will not stop believing that it is, only, through education that we can survive tomorrow. Moreover, maybe I took it a little bit to the top due to my childish complaints. Yet, I am, still, thankful that I live in a country where I can express myself freely, get free education and, explicitly, put into display both of my sense of being and sense of becoming so that everyone may recognize my human essence.