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Chuy
My Professor’s reflections were the first thing I read every time I would get into his class building, after some time it was something I would be excited about; to walk into the building and see on either the right or left wall a white paper sometimes with a drawing or a picture sometimes with only his thoughts, stop for a minute and read it, it always gave me an idea of what my professor had been living and how his mind worked. What amazed me the most was his way of seeing beyond a simple situation, his writings would be about something a student said, a conversation he had with a waitress, a picture or painting he saw or just a thought he had while walking through the city. Chuy’s reflections were always something to look forward too. One day I remember walking into the building and seeing one of my drawings with a reflection of his, there’s no way for me to describe the excitement and pride I had for having the honor to inspire Chuy to make a reflection, since I knew he only wrote about things that made him think. The drawing I made was an important political figure’s critique and what Chuy wrote gave the critique much more sense. He started requesting us to write reflections from his reflections, it was hard at the beginning, I didn’t even liked the idea because I thought my reflections were going to be useless or incomparable to his but with time I understood that those reflections were taking me beyond my understanding of myself I started reflecting every single situation I was living and I actually started to understand myself, I saw how this reflections were therapeutic and actually a great way of gaining creativity to my projects. I don’t think his reflections only inspired me, I feel that Chuy gave students an open door for creativity, a way of making us open our minds to see the beauty and art in the simple situations of life, I know it opened mine, he became a silent conscious in my mind helping me see much more than what my eyes see.
