TEMPORADA DE HUELGA:
1.The Upi in Dispute 21 of March 2017: La UPR declaró huelga, Ahora se prendió esta mielda y la upi tambien. _________________________________________________________________________________ 5. Spotify Playlist: Cagarme en la Madre del Gobierno
6. Acceptance: I remember when I got my acceptance letter to Rio Piedras back in 2012; it was rainy or at least I thought it was. Depression has a funny way of distorting things for you. I was wallowing in self pity, covered up in blankets while a book was on my face. At Prom, Graduation and in the yearbook, my acceptance into la upi was written down and announced but……. I never got my acceptance letter like everybody else. Why? Not only because High School was filled with problems, drama and laughter but because I lacked the IGS to enter and so I had to tap into some mysterious fountain of artistic talent that I supposedly had, so I could be more appealing to the University. Either way, I felt like a failure and a liar. Which is why I was wallowing in Batman pajamas stinking like 3 days of pure unfiltered depression and lack of self-care. Suddenly my mother entered my room, holding a letter, I couldn’t be bothered to lift myself up from the bed. She tore open the letter and read it carefully. She grabbed my arm as she told me in her own blunt way that I was accepted and that now I had a responsibility to make myself as successful as possible. I removed the book from my face and took the letter from her in disbelief, reading it quickly… “Has sido admitida a la Universidad de Puerto Rico-Recinto de Río Piedras” Disbelief turned into Happiness and then after a few years, it turned into pride. Enough Pride and Love that it transformed into motivation for the defense of the first place that truly accepted me for who I was and was able to bring a newer and better version of myself. And for that, I would do whatever was necessary to defend it. _________________________________________________________________________________ 7. Rebulera Declassified Survival Guide:
8. El 6 de Abril de 2017: Nuevo Dia: La mayoría de los recintos de la UPR están en huelga indefinida Tras la extensa jornada de ayer, solo tres unidades aún no deciden si unirse a la paralización de labores. 11 Recintos 1 UPR, Was this really true? Or would we be divided by people’s own desire to be the protagonists of this story? ______________________________________________________________________________ 9. Torbellinos (5 de Junio de 2017): You could feel it in the air; the tension, the disappointment and the loss. We were ordered to open the gates once more; en las bases de trabajo, you could feel the defeated energy of those young wannabe revolutionaries while they picked up their tents and things sprawled throughout the very university they tried to defend. Well, it's more accurate to say THE IDEA of the university they tried to defend. For me? This left a knot in my heart and soul; I knew this was only the beginning as I braced myself for the fuckery that La Junta and or other evil by-product of colonialism had in store for us after this bitter chapter was closed. Tornadoes formed around me as my inner conflicts were made manifest under this beautiful summer sky. __________________________________________________________________________________ 8. The Ten of Swords: Me acuerdo cuando me entere que te acostaste con él; Te perdone. I remember when you kept on seeing him and lying to me; I forgave you. I remember when I cried for him to stay with me and you just ignored my own pleas and kept seeing him because you were too deep in your own self created sunken place; I forgave you. As I walked away from you and our decade of friendship; I forgave you so much that I forgot to forgive myself and to heal. And now, as I burn away all traces of our shared lives together and continue to forgive; I hold tight to the ashes as I store them away far from my own heart who still continues to love you. __________________________________________________________________________________ 9. Chillis: The taste of 20 or more one dollar margaritas, the sound of Pitbull blaring from the car stereo and the sharp wind cutting through my hands and hair; succeed if just for a second, to make me forget the unpleasantness of your deep betrayal as you held my hand while driving in the clear night sky. ________________________________________________________________________________ 10. Lenaia: In the past, the forming blocks of my personality and being all revolved around death and tragedy. Like a Greek play, these hands have buried and touched those who died one way or the other. And so their souls become a part of me, filling me with a deep melancholy that has planted its roots deep into my being. First, Abuela Madre, with her gentle hands and headstrong demeanor. Her death made me realize that sadness is not like the rain clouds in the sky but bitter like lies and it burns like pitorro. Second, Abuelo de la Montana; the only person that believed in me and I let him waste away in a hospital, chained to tubes and agony. His death set him free but I came to the conclusion that my worth was only determined by the way I presented myself to the world. And so I created many masks in the shape of Harlequin, Pulcinella and Columbina in order to please those who looked at me as an actor simply acting my life on the world stage. This made me detest my own fragile, kind hearted and sentimental self to the point where I destroyed it and now I no longer know who I am. Third, Tia Abuela; With you, I learned that poverty is cruel but family is even crueler. Your life was as fragile but as enduring as a flower amidst a storm. The very same storm that you were able to brew in my insides as I struggled to rise above the poverty at any cost. Refusing it as something that was already preordained, already established by the stars. Fourth, Pico; I wanted to leave the University, the University that I worked so hard to get into. The one that I was fighting for so strongly and ardently. You believed in me and in my talent, even though I never believed in it myself. You were the reason I stayed, decided to follow my heart and study history and you were the reason I decided to finally believe in myself and my own hard work. But, just like the first three… You too perished. Thanks to you, I finally learned to walk on my own two feet. I wish I could give you back and more all the things that you have done for me. I still look for you, expecting to see you reading books under your favorite tree en la Plaza Antonia flashing me a warm smile as I pass by. Now as I move forward to life AFTER La Gran Huelga del 2017, I can be confident in myself as a person who finally rebuilt herself from a shattered mess into a mosaic as plentiful and diverse as flowers within them. Blooming and flourishing, daring those who see them to deny their beauty and their hope.
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