Part 3. Living under a dictatorship and studying in college.

2007: I completed my highschool studies.

The following year (2008) I started college; a new ambient with new rules and different worries. Adapting to college was easy, I enjoyed it. Can't say the same about highschool, where I had to use uniform and be aware of the (almost military) school policies. I truly believed: "I'm f*cking free!"

Although I was never an outstanding student, my persistance was, and still is: something that caracterise me for good or bad. I gave it all, even in classes that were challenging for myself.

Statistics, advanced math and chemistry, were my nightmares.

If I had to pick a favorite class, from my early years in college, it would be phillosohy. It's a class that was never given in highschool.

The professor that gave the class was knowledgeable about phillosophy. I studied Greek phillosophy, judeo-christian phillosophy, marxism leninism, capitalism, and of course: sandinism.

⚠️What's sandinism?

💭Look up for "Augusto Cesar Sandino" and you'll know (long story).

Ok, so by the moment I knew I was gonna be studieng sandinism I couldn't think in nothing else than: "yeah, definitely. The country is heading to a dictatorship".

Folks, I wasn't a genious or a prophet. Knowing how things went during the 80s with them, enlighted me. Also, what I had to pass trough only to guarantee my highschool diploma. From there on I perfectly understood the sandinista government was slowly turning authoritarian. I mean, in a matter of months (in my first year of college) I started seen political propaganda of the ruling party, the FSLN.

As time passed I started noticing how the sandinista ideology was influencing the administrative order of the college, creating something similar to a sectarian organization, where you can't speakout loadly against, only in favour. It's why I avoided chats related to politics. I just didn't know who was who. Rapidly that sensation grew in every public space. Only at home I felt safe enough to talk, with no fear to be apprehended.

In college I started feeling limited, as to what I was able to say, in terms of politics.
In college I started feeling limited, as to what I was able to say, in terms of politics.

💭 Related MyTakes:

✔️Part#1

Living under a dictatorship: The beginning!

✔️Part#2

Part 2. Living under a dictatorship: in the name of the party.

Part 3. Living under a dictatorship and studying in college.
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