Year:2.011......................................................... Place: Presbyteria hospital (N.Y.City) ............................ Room:911 .......................................................... Patient: ? ........................................................ Illness: The mad minds ............................................ Visitor time : 9:00 - 12:00 .......................................
- It's almost noon and you want me to speak about my writing experience?
- yes? well I have to start from the very beginning.
- I was a creative little child, did you know? until I had to go to school. My imaginative potential was overshadowed by the long lists of letters I was forced to repeat in my notebook of "The Power Rangers". As you can infer I didn't have a nice relationship with writing; for me it was a boring and a tedious process which did not make sense.
- Some years later, in high school, things didn't changed much. Sometimes there were classes where we had long writing exercises that I actually would not make. So do you think I used to write just for my elementary school or high school? well... If you answer yes, you are right, congratulations! I used to write just to make the HW, to satisfy my poor teachers' objectives and, the most important reason, to get the highest grade (E) instead of the lowest one (D). Except from that I didn't have more reasons to write. I think it satisfies you, right?
- The torture ended when I was 15 - I finished High school! I still remember my deep cry in my last class. This "hard worker" society made me to start working as an accountant assitant. And of course my mental produce by that time was not that different from what a calculator machine does. Are you enjoying this? I don't like your laughter so we better move to... A year later I was admitted for the Foreign Language Program at Univalle. I was not worried because of the "capuchos", "Farc", "metaleros"... or for all those things you wanted me to feel fear, it was because of writing. I thought I would have to write long boring essays that I would not do and the result would be a “bajo” instead of my degree. Three years later from that... how am I still alife at university? - Please don't take into account the two facts that almost took me to death: the first one the "excellent" service of "public" hospitals in Colombia... yeah sure... they "saved" my life yesterday from a heart-attack! and the second one the "ghost car" that crashed me without hurting my body... thanks God! so did you get the answer? It's very simple... not yet?... how many time do you need?... ok I got frustrated, I will whisper you the answer:
- In my first class at university I was asked to write whatever I wanted, surprised? It was not logical for me as it is not for you! In that moment I was wondering: how can I write something without somebodyelse's direction? I don't remember what I wrote that day... but I am sure it was not an "educative" tale for disney. The only thing I know is that from that day my mind found a way to escape from my head. Finally writing had sense.
- Today I can tell you that this bad experience just had a nice ending... writing is not as bad as you wanted me to think, it's a way to express myself, my thoughts and my feelings... Although everything it is not that sweet... I still have to write things I don't find any sense just to be graded. Fortunatelly, my own writing do not let me to be another victim of this free (writing- grade) trade, now this "mind killer" is not my first reason to write. I know you don't want me to say that but My Words born to change the world.
Please Mr. IMF do not keep frustrating the powerful thoughts of your childs around the world as you did with mine, you are wasting your time, because now we know your plans, and you are dying.
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