¡Hola Abejitas bellas!
Estoy de regreso el día de hoy con el quinto reto del #BloggingChallenger. Este consiste en compartir el momento de mayor orgullo, y pues hasta ahora uno de esos momentos tiene que ver con mi crecimiento académico.
5- Momento de Mayor Orgullo
Pues les cuento que el 1 de octubre de 2018, defendí mi tesis de pre-grado titulado: Una Mirada Fenomenológica al Autoconcepto del Hombre Víctima de Violencia Domestica para optar al Título de Licenciada en Psicología, Mención Clínica. Fue un momento de mucha tensión, todos mis años de estudios, mis trasnochos, mis días en la biblioteca de la universidad se resumían en aquellos pocos minutos.
Comencé mi carrera con apenas 16 años, en una ciudad desconocida. Comencé a trabajar apenas cumplí mi mayoría de edad, esto me servía para pagar las guías de estudios, libros y test psicológicos. Nunca me falto el apoyo de la gente que me ama. Y a pesar de que no puedo decir que fue una mala experiencia universitaria, puedo asegurar que pelee ese título con dientes y garras.
No saben cuántas cosas pasaron por mi cabeza en ese momento, estaba a mi lado el mejor compañero de estudios y de tesis que pude haber tenido en mi vida, sosteniéndome la mano en un intento por darme seguridad a mí y a él. El salón estaba lleno de su familia, mi familia, amigos, y compañeros de clase. Cuando nuestro jurado y nuestro tutor tomaron sus lugares la tensión era palpable.
Los siguientes treinta o cuarenta minutos, sencillamente no los recuerdo, recuerdo los nervios, recuerdo a mi compañero dirigirse al público y al jurado, pero todo estaba en silencio en mi mente, recuerdo la mirada de mi madre y de mi padre, pero no recuerdo ni una sola palabra. Mi oído volvió a funcionar cuando dimos gracias por su atención y acto seguido nos hicieron salir del lugar para deliberar su decisión.
Fueron 10 minutos eternos, desorientada totalmente, recibiendo halagos de todos, pero sin prestar atención a nadie, ¿era real lo que estaba sucediendo? ¿lo había hecho bien? ¿Qué tal si no aprobaba? ¿era eso posible? Mi mente aturdida divagaba entre los escenarios más oscuros que podía imaginar. Finalmente, la puerta se abrió. La sobriedad en la cara de los jurados era escalofriante. Todos tomaron asiento, nos paramos frente a ellos, me sentí tan vulnerable, mi futuro se sostenía de aquellas palabras que dos humanos estaban por expresar.
Luego de las palabras de nuestro jurado, la hija de nuestro tutor académico nos regaló una hermosa interpretación de la canción titulada Venezuela, letra y música de Pablo Herrero Ibarz y José Luis Armenteros Sánchez. Fue un toque encantador a aquel momento que sobresalto nuestra alma, fue un arrullo al corazón. Un hermoso final de aquel majestuoso día.
Lo único que tenía que esperar era la fecha de los actos protocolares que precedían a la defensa. Estaba hinchada del mayor orgullo por mí misma que he sentido. Casi podía flotar en el aire, el momento fue único e indescriptible.
Te acabo de entregar otro pedacito de mí, gracias por leerme.!
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Imagenes editadas en Canva por mi.
Fotografías tomadas por Samsung A30.
Hello beautiful bees!
I'm back today with the fifth #BloggingChallenger challenge. This one consists of sharing my proudest moment, and well so far one of those moments has to do with my academic growth.
5- Proudest Moment
Well, I tell you that on October 1, 2018, I defended my undergraduate thesis entitled: A Phenomenological Look at the Self-Concept of the Male Victim of Domestic Violence to opt for the Degree in Psychology, Clinical Mention. It was a moment of great tension, all my years of studies, my late nights, my days in the university library were summed up in those few minutes.
I started my career when I was only 16 years old, in an unknown city. I started working as soon as I came of age, which was enough to pay for my study guides, books and psychological tests. I never lacked the support of people who love me. And even though I can't say it was a bad college experience, I can assure you that I fought that degree tooth and nail.
You don't know how many things went through my head at that moment, there was by my side the best study and thesis partner I could have ever had in my life, holding my hand in an attempt to reassure me and him. The room was filled with his family, my family, friends, and classmates. As our juror and our tutor took their places the tension was palpable.
The next thirty or forty minutes, I simply don't remember, I remember the nerves, I remember my partner addressing the audience and the jury, but all was silent in my mind, I remember my mother's and father's gaze, but I don't remember a single word. My hearing worked again when we thanked them for their attention and then they made us leave the place to deliberate their decision.
It was an eternal 10 minutes, totally disoriented, receiving compliments from everyone, but not paying attention to anyone, was it real what was happening, had I done it right, what if I didn't pass, was that even possible? My dazed mind wandered through the darkest scenarios I could imagine. Finally, the door opened. The sobriety on the jurors' faces was chilling. They all took their seats, we stood in front of them, I felt so vulnerable, my future hung on those words that two humans were about to express.
The voice of the first juror echoed in those 4 walls that were in an absolute heartbreaking silence. Is he saying that we had passed? Was I already a graduate? The moment was sublime and utopian. The applause was deafening, we had made it. Yes, it had been worth it. And not only that, we had passed with 20 points (the highest grade). We simply could not believe it. The pride I felt for all my love, effort and dedication was simply overwhelming. I was already academically licensed in psychology.
After the words of our jury, the daughter of our academic tutor gave us a beautiful interpretation of the song entitled Venezuela, lyrics and music by Pablo Herrero Ibarz and José Luis Armenteros Sánchez. It was a charming touch to that moment that startled our souls, it was a lullaby to the heart. A beautiful end to that majestic day.
The only thing I had to wait for was the date of the protocol acts that preceded the defense. I was swollen with the most pride in myself that I have ever felt. I could almost float on air, the moment was unique and indescribable.
I just gave you another little piece of me, thank you for reading me!
Credits:
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
Images edited in Canva by me.
Photographs taken by Samsung A30.
