'm official, yes. For the past sixteen years belong to the Body of Secondary School Teachers, and as such, I have practiced teaching in eight public schools in the Region of Murcia, which means, translated into sensitive figures, which to date have contributed to form above 2000 students.
To be an official who I am and belong to this group had to work in a school less caffeine than present and pass a test at that time deserved the name of selectivity, I had to deal with uncertainties of fellow full five years of study our public university, renting cells to amounts declared unfair that nobody anywhere, and I had to prepare for three more years under the everlasting flex my existential doubts, that the competition is designed to apply the law of the sieve, test that I passed happily exact vying for seven seats with another five hundred graduates as volunteers like me. Along with the joy of seeing the fulfillment of my purpose, I suddenly felt a kind of terror: the consciousness of having lost many hours of my youth heroic thrive on the generosity of my parents, nothing less than twenty-seven years trying to justify to me and Investment them more proud of their lives.
Meanwhile, my colleagues, the same as those put to work in any business with the speed demanded they come of age and little or total unwillingness to complete a cycle of higher education outside these sleepless nights, every weekend car walking through the door of the club and wielded the argument tempting your wallet full of green notes. Was only fair: they worked for their present and I studied for my future, and we know that if the future holds some virtue, that is patience. Except that when I reached the future as a payroll officer, those same friends or other similar profile-louts whose masonry when not qualified higher ratings than a language class at home, began to fear for safety my fixed salary and apparently my evenings free, and even reproached me, on the afternoon of weddings, communions and baptisms, the tender diaphanous seeks alcohol as those who despise ignore the endless months holiday that gave us school teachers.
Hence, when the Mandarin erupts in the media turn the privilege of being an official, I do not miss anything the chorus of subscribers to the cause of the water and the brick from sticking to the indignation and unwilling to understand or know that, at the epicenter of this crisis, a privileged like me chooses to manifest along with thousands of other privileged by the Gran Via, the city street prohibitive. There has even been spokesmen who sought to convince me that my anger was bought at the price miserable of those 75 euros now, they say, halved, when the truth is at stake is much more important things, political and budgetary decisions that no one talks because it does not matter, not here, not now. I suspect that I'm not corporatism replicate them in simple terms who scrutinize me as a privileged bug my evening walks along the Gran Via de Murcia to express my discontent is not motivated by my belonging to the group of officials, but by the double privilege of being the father of two school-age children, two children I know for a fact that will affect the gradual deterioration and institutional prestige that has been undergoing education Regional public. I
official, yes, but beyond that I am a teacher, and every day for sixteen years I try to teach my students something like what I was taught to successive teachers who will never forget, because it illuminated my path to help me become better than it was. A people who do not understand that gratitude is a sick people, without a soul. And we must be very blind, if not worse, not to see or at least glimpse what kind of society to lead the recent cuts in regional education, an area as identified by the public service, ie the same service ordinary citizens know that after complaining of not being well served.
But the saddest thing, which breaks the camel of my skepticism is that those who claim to represent in these conflicts, the leaders and the leaders are not signatories hereto, other than before but now and then who knows, or vice versa, just witness his acts and sayings of shamelessness of most primary interests, the most likely reach their ultimate truth in the setting of a firm well away from the chalk and the boys and girls that preys on the morning with the overwhelming weight the fact that between them they are forging.
La Opinión de Murcia
Tuesday March 1, 2011
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