17.December.2023.
Time flies as air in my curly [for now] hair. BAE came to the city after three hard weeks of finals and a lot of hard work to try to recover at the end of the semester, after all my identity was fragmented through the traumatic and beautiful experience of studying abroad, now he is here.
I had a really shameful experience in a presentation. My English was awful, and my memory went blank in half of the production. In the end, my team and I wrote a full-length paper of 52 pages on psychiatric violence as a final assessment. We had to present our discoveries in front of the group, and we were supposed to have a 10-minute presentation for each. Three days before, I made a whole speech about the aspects that I had to talk about, actually not aspects, about the paths and recommendations to states about how to address psychiatric violence. Then, one of the three late professors distracted me when I was talking the whole speech. I lost concentration and forgot all the information I was supposed to present. My paper was well done, so I'm praying to the gods that my professors consider this. I've been dealing with this, and of course dealing with what I'm gonna do after this.
Emotions are complex movements under the ground of my soul. As Nussbaum explained Emotions should be understood as “geological upheavals of thought".
That's the way I'm feeling right now. I have an immensity of gratitude about studying abroad, actually in my second country: the United States of America. But also, the hardest months are coming, about what the hell I'm gonna do.
Let's see, where all this whirlwind take us....
