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El blog de mi tesis

Esta idea surgió por la sencilla pregunta de... ¿y por qué no ocupas el tiempo que escribes de esa manera en escribir de tu tesis? Lo cual me hizo pensar que si ese fuera el caso, creo que definitivamente tendría un negocio muy exitoso para escribir tesis.


La tesis para algunos egresados del colmex se vuelve un mounstro que te acompaña por mucho tiempo. Yo me siento más absuelto ahora, pero definitivamente se necesita constancia y valor para enfrentar algo que creemos tan complicado en el momento en que empezamos a hacerlo (tal vez necesitamos mucha humildad para admitir que puede ser más rápido si la planteamos de otro modo).

Si hubiera tenido esta constancia con la que escribo los post de este blog en el tema que me hará titularme y ser licenciado, creo que vendería tesis de licenciatura en cantidades industriales. Pero creo que no sólo es un tema de constancia, tal vez ahora entiendo un poco más a Virginia Wolf.

Esta desviación me llevó a pensar el por qué empecé a trabajar. Había llegado del intercambio y mi felicidad se encontró rápidamente con una situación de insatisfacción tremenda. Me sentía medio perdido y sin nadie con quién hablar de que estaba perdido. Estaba enojado por haber tenido que regresar y para nada emocionado de lo que venía en el futuro.

También la necesidad de trabajar llegó porque era necesario cubrir algunas deudas. Definitivamente los viajes a NY no son gratis, mucho menos cuando se te ocurre comprar aquí y allá cualquier cosita sin importancia que encuentras. Creo que mi regreso del intercambio me dejó más insatisfacciones que otra cosa y finalmente comencé a buscar empleo.

Las experiencias que siguen supongo que ya las desglozaré en post más adelante, pero ahora dedicaré un poco de tiempo al mounstro que necesita más que una entrada al día en el blog para poder alimentarse....


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