I’ve always believed that I would have continued on the other side of the bank but in this occasion, it corresponded me to start the boat to take them all to a secure port. I am not commenting a play, by no means a musical theme from the end of the XVIII century.

Today I describe a very real role that I have played to interpret in the possible committed way, with 22 people who deserve respect, and from whom I have learned a lot.

In another time I had never stopped in front of a classroom with such a heterogeneous public; but the experience of being a student gave me the value to make it.

Confessions 

If they asked me which the biggest achievement has been, I would say having revived a magic stage that many times are not valued when we are still on the way. Having restudied pieces of our history, its origins and of which makes us unique. The knowledge that we are a cultural entity in any of its manifestations. Feeling proud of being Cuban.

And if to deficiencies I could refer, because I would say that I would need even more time to share with my students the cultural and political processes of the Cuban society, subject that corresponded me to teach with the heart and the attachment of human values.

Today I am writing this humble comment that bastes words without knowing its internal harmony, because it is guided by the voice of the feelings that they dictate one by one each letter, with the firm purpose of transmitting the happy thing that I feel when finishing a semester in which I could prove myself as a teacher.

And as I told my students: “In this experience of the real life I give them a 5, but just you will be able to win it with the sincerity that should be knitted between a professor and a student.”

Hoping my punctuation is the one that yearn, hoping my impronta like educating has soaked deep in their day by day; I feel that in next months I will miss them, I believe that a great heap of feelings is indicating me that I begin to know the difficult way of being a teacher.