Taller de concientización sobre los derechos del niño

 El día 19 de septiembre del año 2011 visitamos la escuela numero 53 de Burzaco con el propósito de enseñar a los alumnos de 4º los derechos del niño.

 Cuando llegamos a la escuela, lo primero que les pedimos fue que dibujaran dos recuerdos: uno bueno y uno malo; los cuales organizamos teniendo en cuenta los derechos. Una ves divididos los dibujos, fueron leídos los derechos a los cuales se asociaban. Así los chicos pudieron darse cuenta de lo que estaba bien o mal.

 Después de realizar esta actividad, algunas alumnas del colegio Newlands explicaron el contenido de algunos afiches realizados previamente a la visita para profundizar el tema discutido durante la visita.

 Cuando los chicos ya habían entendido de que se trataban sus derechos, realizamos una encuesta sobre temas que tenían que ver con la vida cotidiana para descubrir cuantos de ellos no sabían de la existencia de sus derechos. Algunas de las preguntas realizadas se relacionaban con la discriminación o con la violencia.

 Para darle un final a nuestra visita decidimos hacer una obra, en la cual se mostraban un hecho de violencia de padre a hijo y luego de representar una rebobinación, mostramos lo que debería haber pasado en realidad, es decir, lo correcto.

 En conclusión, creo que esta visita nos sirvió para concientizar a los chicos sobre los derechos que todos ellos tienen que y merecen ser respetados, pero también nos sirvió para aprender de los errores que cometimos y la próxima vez que vayamos a otra escuela poder mejorar.

Petition Letter

Dear Local Authorities,

                                   I'm Lara Ochagavía, from Burzaco, Buenos Aires, Argentina. I'm 14 years old and for school, I've read an article about Calcutta.

                                   Calcutta's population has a very low water supply, electricity, hospitals and schools, because of the low amount of money that this city counts with.

                                    I've tried to make a worldwide organization by creating a web page in many languages that only 50 peolple around the world visited it, so it didin't function. That page consisted of writtings about their problems and on collecting money, but not many were interested.

                                    It's my understanding that if there were an organized way of living, many problems wouldn't happen. But in this case, there are many and some help is required.

                                     I ask you to create a plan to help the city because the situation is not good.

                                                                                               Thanks for your cooperation,

                                                                                                                                           Lara.  

Miedo al futuro (hielos continentales)

Miedo al futuro, a lo desconocido. Lo que siento es que de un día para el otro, vamos a terminar ahogados. A pesar de saber el estado de lo hielos, sé que con los gobiernos actuales, su situación no va a mejorar. No se que va a pasar con mi vida, si esto va a pasar en los próximos 5 años o en los próximos 200. Si es así, sería egoísta de parte de nuestra generación, crear vida, traer chicos que sabemos que no van a disfrutar de un planeta en buen estado.
A lo que le tengo miedo no es al futuro, sino a lo que va a pasar con nosotros y con el planeta en él. De chica me imaginaba un mundo con autos voladores, siendo todos buenos, con muchas amistades, etc, pero creo que la tecnología a pesar de que ayude en mucho, también distrae en este sentido, y habría que dejarla en un segundo plano.
Aunque hay que tener conciencia del tema, no hay que desesperarse con el tema, simplemente, hay que buscar y encontrar soluciones con urgencia, y además, ponerlas en practica.

The Great Gatsby

When I woke up the next morning I was feeling a little bit dizzy. I went to the kitchen, but I appeared in the living, and it wasn't the one that I remembered; later I went to the bathroom to wash my face, but I appeared in a room, a giant room. I was really confused. My house was different now, I didn't recognize any room and it was big, no, it was enormous. I have tried to find a coherent answer for that strange episode, and suddenly, an old woman wearing a white uniform took my hand.
_What are you doing awake at this hour? You should be sleeping now._She told me.
_Who are you? Where am I? What is happening?_ I cried.
The woman looked at me as if I was crazy, so I tried to tell her my situation, and when I did, I saw my hands. They were wrinkled. My first reaction for this was looking at me in the mirror that was next to the wall. And what happened next, was the worst sensation of my life: I was old, and I didn't remember anything of my life but those moments that I had spent with Gatsby.
The fact of looking me in that old body, affected me. I spent the rest of that day sitted on a chair in front of a mirror, looking to my eyes and trying to understand what was happening. I must have passed hours like that, when I felt a hand, a soft hand on my shoulder. A voice was talking to me, but I didn't understand a word. I was still concentrated on my reflection.
_ I think that the best we can do, is going to sleep. Tomorrow I will arrange a meeting and talk with him, but he is shocked at this moment_ I heard the voice saying.
A nurse took me and drove me to the same room in which I woke up this morning. I have spent at least 4 hours looking at the seiling until I got asleep. But it wasn't a good night for me.
In the morning of the next day, I woke up and there was a 30 aged man looking at me. He was sat next to the door and he was taking down notes in a kind of agenda.
_Oh! You are awake! Do you know who I am?_ He asked me.
As I didn't answer he kept on talking:
_I'm  Dr. Gregory, the psycotherapist. I'm going to help you with this problem._ He explained.
_The only problem that I have is that 2 days ago I was in my house near Gatsby's house crying for his life and now I'm somewhere with strange people and nobody explains nothing to me. I'm old and I don't remember more or less 50 years of my life!
_Mmm...nothing new_ He whispered_Let me tell you something dear Nick, you have lost the memory and the only thing that is printed in your mind are those days in your life.
This happened you every week. You wake up and you don't remember anything, you think that yesterday was the day in which Gatsby was killed, but that happened 30 years ago...Now you are in a geriatric, a woman called Jordan Baker, told us to take care of you and them she left and never came back. She left you here.
The words of the doctor puzzled me. 30 years since the murder of Gatsby! Wow...it is incredible.
_Please leave me alone_ I asked to Dr. Gregory_ I need to think about what you have told me.
_Of course, and if you need something, call me. I will be there next door, in my office.
When the doctor left my room, I didn't doubt it. A nurse had left me my breakfast in in the table. It included coffee, pancakes and caramel. What you ned to spread the caramel in the pancake is a knife. I went dirctly to the table, I took the knife, and left this ugly world.