I never thought that the innocent joy of my childhood would remain a mere memory. College compels teenagers to forget about those stormy nights that terrified us, those school trips that went to the bookstore, but the simple fact that you had to go by bus with your friends, caused those jumps of illusion and joy. Those 20-minute breaks in which much of the week’s drama happened during those short minutes. In general, the innocent pleasure of small details. Now, one does not stop to think about those beautiful memories since there is no time for them; the only objective and thought is to reach the goal we only dreamed of as children.
The clock struck eleven in the morning, and I was surrounded by people I had never seen before during my years, and I must admit, it wasn’t very comforting. But as the days passed, I interacted more and more and got used to the routine. The routine of eating acai bowls on Tuesdays and sushi on Thursdays after class. The daily conversations about the reality of life and how there are rules on how to be happy, among other things. I know you’ll be asking why I’m sensitive if it’s only been three months. I titled this blog “Everything must come to an end.” And yes, it is true, that is the unwanted reality, having to follow the path of success, and because of it, the comfort of habit is lost. It is not a desire of anyone but an obligation due to the days going by faster and faster that you do not realize the beauty of the seasons. Seasons are another one of my few examples about the cycle of life and that although life is a cycle of experiences, there is no stop sign. If there is, it is only a temporary stop since many cars behind you will rush you to keep driving.
Well, I’ve talked a lot about the past, so let’s move on to the present. When I heard about the final project, I was terrified since I am not an individual who comes by public speaking naturally but out of obligation. But now it was different since the topic was severe and deserved to be heard and felt. I have to say that I didn’t know what PTSD stood for before I stepped foot in this class, but now that I know, I pay all my respects to the veterans because of the many resources. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), characterized by hypervigilance, intrusive thoughts, nightmares, and avoidance behavior, was not diagnosed formally until the 1980s. Effective treatments for this condition did not become widely available until the 1990s.
Although on the other hand, some individuals mark a contested and unsavory reputation towards the military. Of the texts we’ve read, such as Theater of War, or Acts of War, I have to admit that Nine Circles were one of the most impotent and vexatious theoretical pieces I’ve read. And it is not for the fact of having read it, but knowing that this happens daily to people living in Iraq, without it being shown in the news. That is why, returning to the mention of the final project, not being able to help or imagine what those who serve in the military go through every day and how they are irretrievably frightened. Having the opportunity to carry out this play, I can express my immense reverence and performance for the work of everyone with PTSD. Regarding this class, I feel that it has increased maturity in my outlook on my routine life. I am thankful daily for waking up and having family by my side.
Although I am faced with the disadvantages of my readings without being dependent on a translator of English, I have been able to assimilate and provide a great understanding of the readings without having to go to the translator and depend on it. Although I have completed six years in this country, it is hard for me, and it will be hard for me to adapt to the assimilation. I will try my best to assimilate because it is clear that English is the dominant language you are expected to speak while in the states. I aspire to have the requirements and the academic hope of passing my classes while being able to enjoy the teaching this institute offers for a successful future.