When I was in highschool, at my 15, I decided what I wanted to study. To become a journalist was always an interesting option for me, and at that time it transformed in the only possible option, I just couldn't though of other possibility. I even used to daydream about writing news, about tracking information, publishing online and running the whole day. A life where there's no time for anything, cause the news are happening! It felt like electricity in my bones! Sounds like a dream to me, even now, on my 4th year.
With my dream in the hand and my -still- hard-like-rock head, I tried entering in the Universidad de Chile three times.PSU wasn't that hard in my opinion, but math are a constant nightmare for me. In 2016, I managed to make a better score and entered to Universidad de Chile with all the hype inside my head, to study the career I was dreaming of.
It was perfect, but nothing is that easy! And for economical issues inside my family (I'm the big sis on a small family that needed me to work more than I could while studying), I stopped in 2017. I though the whole world was crushing around me, but I stood up and find my way to wait for another chance. I still wanted to study journalism, and I wasn't going to abandone my goal.
Then I started to sing in the streets, the most glorious job I have ever done aside of journalism. I stayed working till' 2019, right in the middle of the social riot in Chile. I did the PSU again (the 4th time in my whole life) not having a single drop of hope: I was in full-work mode and haven't studied since 2017, not even mentioning maths. But! Things come in the moment you less expect them! And I scored nicely, ad entered again, in my "second" first year, in 2020.
I though I was lucky, but COVID said otherwise. So there was another storm to cross, and a new challenge. Maybe I work better under pressure, I don't know. But those were my best grades ever.
Now, after that storm and waiting for the next one, I'm in my 4th year. My goal is just around the corner, and yet it feels so far. I crossed over a lot of stuff, not nice stuff, but I survived somehow and here I am now, proud of this hard-like-rock head of mine, proud of this whole challenge, and proud of being once that teenager daydreaming with writing news and running through the city.
I'm so satisfied with my choice, and so proud of myself.
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Even after saying all of that, believe it or not, I actually though of becoming a history teacher. Yeah, I know, not exactly alike with journalism, but I though it was an awesome career since I loved to study history. What made me realize I would never enjoy that career was my lack of patience and the fact that I would have to work with k i d s.
Quite impossible for me at that time, quite impossible for me today.
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The faculty wasn't as perfect as I used to believe, but I'm thankful for both the experience of studying with such awesome teachers and for the giant thing that means to study at this university itself. But certainly, as a faculty, we have a lot to improve. Specially when it comes to administrative gestion.
Back in 2016 it was even worst, but to pick some courses every semester can be a real war. Commuication problems between 3rd floor and the teachers usually result in overfilled courses, and even if you asked to have classes for a certain teacher (cause you checked his path and it relates with what you wanna be when you graduate -hey, I do that. Am I a nerd? maybe-) several times, you might end in a random course with the less related-to-your-goals teacher. Or maybe you can have a little luck. But it's sad to be such a big institution and still depend on a mixture of burocracy and luck for every try to do any administrative procedure, you know?
Still, the teachers quality is quite incredibly, I was so impressed to enter in my first year and, inmediately, meeting a National Journalism Prize- and that dynamic is over and over around the campus. It's such an opportunity, and it hypes me up even now!
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