And Buddies We Call It Christmas

I'm totally and completely sure that this is an essential day in our lives, what would we do with this wonderful day, with this special date for which we prepare ourselves each year to make it threw and to experience an excellent time. We can't forget and should remember that it's the day or better said the night when this famous "oh look at me I'm in a red suit" fat old guy go into our house down the chimney illegally (I mean he could just ring the doorbell, but I think he's ashamed of himself, maybe he thinks the gym now and then would be helpful and a diet is not bad either), and literally, as in no joke, who breaks into your living room just to leave you a fucking present under the blinking pine? He does!

We must add that this "magical" character basically decides if you have behaved correctly enough in  the last 365 days of the year and he puts you into a list to find out if he must give you a nice present or just make your mom's carpet all dirty with some pieces of coal, I mean what kind of a stalker is he to know what exactly what you have done? as the song says"...he see's you when you're sleeping, he know's when you're awake...", doesn't that sounds a quite naughty and creepy?

And come on people this dude definitely made us smoke something, because somehow we believe that he travels around the world in one night, but the best part is that he actually uses a sledge with flying reindeers to get into his one night adventure in which he eats every single cookie of each house.

Last but not least I must thank this man because he is as simple as incredible, he is able to create imagination in every tiny mind of those human beings not older that me (and give a little hope to those who've gained experience), he brings a whole period of time that not even Scrooge neither the Grinch can get rid off, a moment and lots of memories that makes you smile and lets you forget the problems around, it get families together, old friends and new relationships. I just got one more thing to say "Merry Christmas to you all!".

-Luisa Alcocer

What is Philosophy?

¿Qué es la Filosofía?

La filosofía, es un termino bastante complicado de definir, describir y hasta de entender. Puedes darle un significado diferente en cada contexto y época, pero concretizando ¿Qué es realmente?.

        En lo personal no llevo mucho tiempo estudiando esta ciencia o disciplina pero se que es un tema interesante y en desacuerdo con muchos otros, no creo que sea una perdida de tiempo. Se dice que cada filosofo o interesado en la filosofía se inclina mas hacia cierta persona que en algún momento decidió filosofar y ahora son mundialmente conocidos o no. Teniendo la ventaja de conocer algo del idioma Alemán, me he acercado al trabajo de Nietzsche, Goethe, Schopenhauer y Kant, entre otros.

        Ya estando en el tema, Friedrich Nietzsche en algún momento describió lo que para el es un Filósofo, “freier Denker”, pensador libre.  Podría estar 100% de acuerdo con esta definición, lamentablemente no lo estoy, pero realmente un argumento no hay, mi “en contra” se queda en un cuestionamiento.

        La filosofía comienza desde la época de los Grecos, en Atenas, una ciudad de intelectuales, donde Aristóteles y otros pensadores deciden explicar lo que es la Filosofía, o eso es lo que entendí en las pasadas 3 clases. Al crear esta definición y el termino mismo, ponen una barrera a lo que Nietzsche explico varios milenios después, si ciertamente es pensar libremente y hacia un infinito de cuestionamientos en el que una duda o pregunta te lleva a una solución o a otra duda o pregunta que solo se puede contestar con mas cuestionamientos, pero ¿hasta que punto deja de ser Filosofía y comienza a ser divagación?, para mi aquel que se dice Filosofo es un alguien que conoce las ideas de sus predecesores y que al mismo tiempo crea nuevas, es aquel que admite que no lo conoce todo y que tiene curiosidad por entenderlo y no una meta para dominarlo.

        La filosofía se puede aplicar en cada área de conocimiento, y de la vida diaria, por eso yo la dividiría en dos grupos, la filosofía pura y la filosofía indirecta, la primera no se y aún no me decido a definirla con una sola frase o quizá a definirla con todo un texto, pero puedo decir que tiene un significado abstracto que solo pocos quieren ver, en cambio la segunda se puede llevar a cada rincón y criticarlo de forma recreativa, y si, se le puede dar una forma, por ejemplo, en Arquitectura y arte, la filosofía es lo que te hace reflexionar sobre un espacio, ambiente y lo que se transmite, y no convierte una construcción en una caja de concreto que a su vez, después de pensarlo dos veces, también tiene filosofía.

       Este tema nos podría tomar varias cuartillas mas que realmente no nos llevarían a ningún punto, mas que a la misma conclusión a la que podemos llegar ahora, la filosofía es algo que no conozco y que me llama la atención como uno de esos letreros de LED neón en Broadway o Hollywood. Ese pequeño porcentaje de mi que sabe de lo que estoy hablando, probablemente es erróneo y acaba siendo nada, pero yo diría que la filosofía es el arte del pensamiento, lo que le da color a la mente humana y no lo deja en una foto a blanco y negro.

The Big of a Deal That Implicates Being a Senior High Schooler

It feels good to write something in my little blog again, but what's the main reason...

I'm in Senior Year, I get to play a big role at school, the classes are easier but complicated, I am allowed to have fun but I carry a huge responsibility with me all the time.

Today, Friday the 30th. of August, was our welcome prank for the freshmen year. It was completely disgusting, I don't even want to mention what was inside this brownish liquid we threw at them, starting with old Cranberry Juice that was more of a Fermented Red Stinking Juice to a bag full of Human Hair that we got in the Hair Dresser, and many things in between. We wore all black clothes and scared them pretty hard. It was fun it made us finally feel the rush of a 12th. grader. Wild. United. Fighters. The class of 2014.

It was't all, and it will be more. But realizing what this senior year comes with, this little surprise, well I got a little frustrated. It seems actually pretty long and enough, this year we got left. But when it finishes I'm on my own, I must decide what to do with my life, or I will lose in this race we call Life.

I got some ideas, and I got to show them as the table topics at dinner time, well my father really disappointed me, he kind of doesn't trust my decisions (Question: how would I feel if I do something I'm expected to do, by family, by society, by history, but I simply don't want to, or I'm not sure about or I prefer making a pause to improve my human and erase my robot, to have an experience and enjoy it?).

Right now, I have the pressure of making the choice of my life, of not making mistakes and of finding peace in my mind. It's pretty hard fighting on my own, without receiving that proud feeling from the people I respect and in some sort of way admire.

Being a Senior is great, a whole experience, but at the same time the year you only get to live once in your life.

- Luisa Alcocer.

1 Month: Rain of Feelings.

One Year. One Experience. One Life. I've been in "adventure" for quite a while, 10 months, today in exactly one month I go back to my old life, leaving friends, family and a life style behind, once again leaving something. I have the feeling I'm running away but from what, I love this place, I love how I am, who I am, and how this world changed mine.

There is a rain of feelings and emotions I can't really control, over excited me, super depression, love, happiness, the wants of crying a river, and the idea of being in my parents arms once again but not being in my boyfriends. I'm scared, of being forgotten in this land where I just started to build something, I'm scared, of coming back to something old for the new me, I'm scared, of loosing my mind trying to do the right thing. I'm happy to be back home, where the food is awesome, and where my childhood lays, where my friends welcome me back and where I can role the "RRR" while speaking, I'm happy, that I got to live this experience (no words), I'm happy that I got a chance to build friendships and to answer my main doubt (Who am I?).

I'm coming back to something old, in my new me. A new experience, and full of curiosity. But I'm extremely thankful for all those here, that made me believe I'm worth it, and I'm different, but different feels good ;).

- Luisa Alcocer

Ka-Boom!!!!!

Too many feelings, too many emotions, too many of them all. Either good or bad, right or wrong, I have a full mind. They come, go and return, and all over again. Lately in my life I've been living so much, enjoying and regretting, learning from my self, observing my actions and reactions, and it's interesting, trust me... But sometimes it's just excess of things happening in my life, of things I want to live longer, or things I want to be over.

You could say the human kind is strong enough and smart enough, according to Darwin evolution gave us this tool, according to Church god helped us with a gift, according to the USA population money bought us that, according to my mom carrots and broccoli where the clue. According to me, according to me we are not strong enough nor smart enough when it comes to chaos, when there is no balance, but sadly we are programed, yes like a fucking computer, to form a mask that doesn't allow us to see how deep we are digging and how long we wait in a bench for something to heal, that I can't call strong nor smart.

My point is, we need to see threw ourselves and understand us, and yes it hurts sometimes but at some point it becomes satisfaction, because then is when you'll be able to know your weaknesses and go in search of another soul to help you walk across the rotten path. Here I introduce you to my problem, I'm stuck in the middle of this spider web, I know I can't handle putting on a fake face and fake humor and be one of the rest, because I'm not, I'm different and I know it, but I still feel so tiny to require someone else's presence.

*TO BE CONTINUED...*
- Luisa Alcocer