miércoles, 13 de diciembre de 2017

The second high school




This is an idea I’ve been thinking of for a while. We spent three years wearing blue chemises with jean pants; we call that period basic education. It is – or it was – supposed to come along after six years of elementary, and then - if passes the tests - we wear the beige ones for two more years; with jeans too, that’s what I did at least. From some time and on it changed - I’ve heard - but the way I remember it’s as described. 

Those five years were a very important moment of transformation. I believe I have to clarify some points so I won’t be misunderstood. I’m not an expert of the subject, I know there’re a lot of studies which explains from a scientific approach what I want to imply here; I’m aware of it. I’m just sharing my perception so you can leave me yours… As I’ve wrote it, I may keep going. Transformation; metamorphosis, becoming. Our voice, taste and senses; among many other things, provides our brain with a lot of information we recode by instinct, for instance – and forgive me for the example – we achieve to discover that suck my dick it’s not just an insult but something you may get done and felt. So many things change… 

We got together in groups of forty, forty high school students per classroom. We used to have three short breaks for switching teachers. Those three breaks… 

The breaks were the moment for sharing, the time to be admired or mocked by the rest, the time that; in spite of wearing the same clothes and looking not so different from each other, we start showing ourselves the way we think we’re going to be. So we develop character, passions, interests, poses and pretendings among some other things… 

We get adults; we get adults with a promise, a promise of a future, a future we have to work for until you realize you live – not before deny it a bunch of times – under a communist regime.  

But what does it mean? 

Nothing at all
It is just the second high school…

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