HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS

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[Versión en inglés]
Well, what I had never thought would happen, what I had even criticized many times to my colleagues, friends and family, happened. Today I woke up feeling like retiring. It is not an urge to eat something salty and then it goes away, that is to say: a craving. No. It is rather a spirit, a mood, rather a tiredness that little by little has taken over my body, like a maturity, like a thought that the more I have it, the happier I am: I want to retire.
This new year 2025 is my last year of service and although at some point in my life, divine treasure youth, I thought I would teach until I was very old, today, at the age of 50, not only the situation of the country, of the universities, but also of the students, forces me to rethink that idyllic and altruistic decision in favor of education.
In the past, I never cared about the economic benefit I got for teaching (although it was never enough), because the student talent, their desire, aspirations, dreams, were above any lack of salary. The students, as I let them know, were the engine that moved us, that inspired us to continue swimming in this sea as full of despair as of illusions.

However, over the years, not only have our salaries diminished, bordering on handouts, but also, unfortunately, the quality of our students. Nowadays, it is easier to find students who want to do nothing than those who want to progress, who have dreams, who yearn to move forward. And I don't think it is their fault. The reality, the one they live daily, makes them weigh the idea of studying: How is it that “so-and-so” who never studied and never graduated from anything, today has a great position in the government, they think, and the equation of studying to progress in life does not fit them.
So, today, while I was with my retired friends, I thought that I had only one more Mother's Day to retire, a few carnivals, an Easter week. Thinking that made me happy, but I also felt sad because I do not hate my job: I hate the conditions in which I am working and that is different. How can I transmit passion to my students, if I have not lost it, how can I tell them that education is the only valuable inheritance they can take with them, if I am not even sure of that anymore?
Meanwhile, I think that as long as these poor working conditions exist, as long as this government is not interested in education because it does not want an educated people, my spirit, my “soul” will be longing to retire, although my vocation as a teacher, as an educator, breathes in me 24 hours a day.

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