"Nunca es tarde si la dicha es buena", reza un viejo refrán. Y así me siento, dichosa por este regreso. Les cuento. En 2023 emprendí una empresa difícil pero no imposible, con 50 años comencé a estudiar Licenciatura en Español y Literatura en la facultad de Ciencias Sociales y Humanisticas del Instituto de Ciencias Pedagógicas Enrique José Varona. Esta posibilidad de superación se me dió luego de terminar el curso de Profesor Instructor de Literatura, el cual hice durante mi trabajo en la Casa de Cultura Municipal de La Lisa "Sindo Garay", ubicada en el poblado de Arroyo Arenas.
Hello, my friends. Happy to greet you this Sunday, welcome to my blog.
"Better late than never," as the old saying goes. And that's how I feel, happy about this return. Let me tell you about it. In 2023, I embarked on a difficult but not impossible endeavor: at 50 years old, I began studying for a Bachelor's Degree in Spanish and Literature in the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities at the Enrique José Varona Institute of Pedagogical Sciences. This opportunity for advancement came to me after finishing the Instructor Professor of Literature course, which I took while working at the "Sindo Garay" Municipal House of Culture in La Lisa, located in the town of Arroyo Arenas.
And so I began my university studies, late in life, but with all the drive and attitude. And I can tell you that, despite being the least young in the group, I was the most active, willing, and punctual. I am always the first to arrive anywhere I go; it's a "curse I suffer from." For this reason, my classmates labeled me "the punctual one," something that never bothered me.
"El Varona," as it's commonly known, is nestled within the Ciudad Escolar Libertad, an educational complex of great historical significance, where there are students of all levels, from primary, secondary, and pre-university, to polytechnic and university education. There's no one in Havana who doesn't know this place because its history represents a profound symbolic transformation in Cuba. Before being a school, this place was the Columbia Military Camp, built as the headquarters for the US troops that occupied the island and later it was the country's main military fortress. After the triumph of the Cuban Revolution, Fidel Castro handed the camp over to the Ministry of Education.
Studying in a non-regular, meeting-based program isn't easy at all; it requires consistency and a lot of interest. The teachers base their classes on study guides that the students must complete. And so it goes, class after class. The schedule at "El Varona" was every other Wednesday and Saturday, and I can assure you I went happily to meet my classmates, with whom we had already formed an excellent team. I've always been one to participate in class, ever since preschool; I like interacting with teachers and students.
As a result, my journey through the 1st year of the degree program went smoothly and successfully; my final grades were 4s and 5s (on a 5-point scale). I sat in the front row, never with the aim of standing out, but because of my advanced myopia. Needless to say, my favorite subject was literature, where we started with the reading and analysis of what is considered the first written work: Gilgamesh.
Everything was going full speed ahead until my sister's unexpected illness arose, which lasted a year and four months, although that didn't stop me from continuing my efforts. My sister herself encouraged and supported me. Being a History graduate, she helped me a lot with some university assignments and also helped my children with their schoolwork from a young age. I finished my first year with very good results and started the second.
However, after my sister's death, I lost interest in many things. When I returned to school after being absent for about four weeks, the accumulation of classes and assignments was so great that I felt overwhelmed. It wasn't the same anymore, I didn't feel the same, and in the second year, combined with personal issues, health problems, and the terrible transportation situation, I couldn't take it anymore and I left.
A few days ago, purely by chance, I ran into one of my professors from Varona (Gerardo) who, upon seeing me, was very happy and told me he didn't understand how I had dropped out being such a good student. That I had to return, that I was still in time to start this course. The truth is that his words excited me immensely, and I went the next day to re-enroll. Everything flowed without the slightest inconvenience, and here I am, in the 2nd year of the Bachelor's degree and so lucky that, out of five subjects, there are two that I have already passed, therefore, I don't have to take them.
-Por lo visto, te vas a licenciar después que te jubiles.
Getting to Varona is like entering an enchanted forest, full of magical trees with signs and riddles, where green reigns everywhere and you can even see the sea, like the view from Santiago's Tibolí. When I told my dad about my return, he laughed and these were his exact words:
-"It seems you're going to graduate after you retire."
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