I’ve been looking for an inspiration to scribble my pen and create something worth reading, but it seems that the muses have forgotten about me and I somehow feel betrayed.
The release of our first issue went well and I feel a little relieved about this or so I thought. Few days after the paper went out, gervic told us about the bad news, that someone in the forums is saying negative things about us and our works, and I heard there was a particular girl saying the one I made was like korny or stupid or something like that (I don’t care whatever she said). The last thing that I need for me to be confident and fool myself that I am fitting to be in my position is someone mocking at us, but it was inevitable and I expected that since we can’t please everybody.
Just this afternoon we had a meeting with our technical adviser and I was surprised when she said that I shouldn’t feel bad about the negative things the old members of the publication said in the Adamsonian Forums. I didn’t mind at first since I personally haven’t read anything (too busy to bother either) and I know that worrying about those things won’t get me anywhere and would only trigger my laziness to write. She also shared with us her experience back when she was still in college, way back in 1988 (when I was still a fetus, maybe) all the rebellious acts of the students of the University. Rallies were a usual thing seen everyday, classes were cut because of unscheduled school activities made possible by the running officers for the student government, there was a month that they didn’t have any classes and some, even played “patintero” with the angel of death, unforutnately others got “tagged” and IT became the end of their game.
While she was telling the stories I was starting to imagine how chaotic it was in the school before I was even born, the time when our graduates would not be accepted when they apply for a job because they were thought to become rebellious at some point. I imagine hard life was as a student that time and how hard it was for the administration to keep the University going, How better it is today and the reason why somehow, in the long run we lost track of the game.
Just because we are under the Administration’s supervision (through our technical adviser) doesn’t mean that we can’t write anything wrong we see or hear about them, we can but then we have to get the two sides of the story. we were tasked to build bridges and not burn them, these bridges linking the admin and the students, and that is the most challenging part of all. Trying to reach the students and letting them realize that sometimes the strict rules implemented by the admin is for their own good or tuition fee increase is inevitable as years pass by at the same time reaching out to the admin to hear the small voices of students, letting them know what they have to say about a certain issue on even just a strict implementation of NO long haircuts.
Writing to fight for what is right and just is not only a Journalist’s responsibility, but being able deliver messages to people involved and at one point trigger a resolution, or if not at least make them aware. Figthing to write is a dilemma experienced by people like me who doesn’t seem to know who to pick out the words to create an article, others,who would want to write but not given the opportunity because they have betrayed their readers and broken their vow to deliver only the truth and not take sides.
Writing is a gift everyone can wish to have but not everyone would wish to pursue.
Muggy hands of a tear-jerk 