A leap to the past.

I was in high school, studying in a Vocacional. Whenever I had the chance, I would skip my classes, and still score good grades at the tests. This does not mean I was smart, though. As a matter of fact, I was really far from being an intelligent person and I´m not saying I am now. I graduated from high school, but back then, studying was not one of my priorities. I won´t dive into details.

I ended up working. I was earning the kind of money that could impress a childish young man with no responsibilities or obligations whatsoever. Since “I was doing something with my life”, my parents were, let´s say, pleased. Of course they were not, but they wouldn´t mess with my life, either.

After some time, my little sister was born, and before a year went by, my grandma, who had raised me, passed away. I was shocked and jolted. I went over my life and I made up my mind: it was time to study again and finish what I had started.

I took the exam to get enrolled at UNAM, and even though my score was, in my opinion, decent (105 points out of 120), I was not selected. I felt helpless and enraged. My vanity had ruined me once and I wouldn´t let it do it twice: I began to study for the next time I would take the test. If I was not selected that next time, I would either look for other colleges, or, most likely, just go back to work. 

I think this was an inflection point in my life. I was bored. I was sick of my lifestyle and the job I had. I wanted to have plans and things to conquer once again. I was looking forward to test me and face a challenge. I wanted to know what I was capable of. It wouldn’t be fair to say I regret the decisions I made, because I learned from them and their consequences. The way I see it, the importance of mistakes is that you can, or rather, must learn from them, but the most important thing is to not make them again.

I took the test again. My score was nearly perfect. I was picked. Now I´m here, writing this. Now you are here, reading this. The rest is unwritten.