THE
ACTION No. 7
THE WORKSHOP
MET THE DREAM: I AM IN SEMINAR
I am at the head of the Church Institute. It is not easy for a family Liberal achieve put one of his sons in the seminar. What I have achieved. Here come the children of preferentially conservative families, race, race and ancestry, according to the directives of the faculty. Are your standards. Its doctrines. Thanks to recommendations of individual personalities of Huila and I managed Bogota quota. I also served have no record of militancy policies contrary to the Catholic Church.
But my intentions are others. I believe that the Church is not doing their job. Its objective characteristic of social, I can not see any side. Will the other direction. And that is going to confront in the classroom. I see a panorama gray. When Tiger is not as it looks, the church hierarchy defends other interests. Not the tenets, or the legacy of Jesus Christ, are totally wrong. Let’s see what happens. Also, the political landscape of my country worries me. Things do not see them very well. The conservative hegemony strikes harshly and the liberals are concerned. The future is uncertain. Being liberal is a sin. I habré wrong career? It seems that this is not my atmosphere. What really fascinates me is political activity. When I am here in the workshop and I said goodbye to my family, I am here already beginning to feel the uncertainty that I was wrong in my way of life. My illusions with the priestly career begin to collapse.
After the initial impact in part, I devoted myself to my work student outdone, who effortlessly assimilated the materials of academic program. But it was not easy enclaustrar my teenage fiery spirit, and irrepressible inclination to politics. With speed that surprised teachers and condiscípulos I penetrated in the knowledge of Latin and other allowances that would enable me to build a good humanistic culture. Insatiable reader, Even banned books, ensanchaban the horizon of my intelligence with the knowledge of world history, philosophy, poetry. The temperament free man batallador could not adjust to the environment clerical. The lack of prudence in expressing opinions and sectarianism embargaba narrow-minded to me, I was causing more of a problem with teachers and fellow students. Such defects were most marked in my personality, but my spirit and my generous halo of star student, I used to attenuate the prevailing fame, as other less glamorous them had meaning expulsion.