Education vs Creativity

The video that I want to talk is about how schools teach blotting the creativity. During the speech Ken Robinson tell us, in humorous tone, about how the education doesn't induce the creativity in the children. He comments that the structure of the education was created during the Industrial Revolution so the education is focused in the resolution of job problems. However different arts and subjects like philosophy or literature are not well regarded because they are not focused in earn money for companies.
What would have happened if ancient artist would be stopped when they were child?
Would our civilization be equal without this artist?

Last week I had an event. My small son won two distric races run. It was very exited. One race was the 400m length and the other was 50m length.

The first one, the longer, he won the third place and in the 50m he won the first place. All of us were exited because we didn't think that he could win. We know that he is very speed but  he had never run a race.

The most interesting in the event was that when he won the 400m race, he told me "mom I arrived the third" and I told him very sweet  "no darling, you almost arrive the third but you arrive the fourth, I am sorry". He insisted and insisted but I was sure that other boy had arrived before him. Finally I convinced him about he was wrong.

We continue looking for the next race because it was a little bit disrupted while we were eating some hot dogs. After some minutes the organization began to give the medals for the firsts races. Suddenly they called Pablo (my son) and  he looked at me very angry and told me seriously "I told you !". I was very happy for him, but I felt horrible because for a while I had destroyed his illusion. When he was on the tribune he was telling me all time "I told you, I told you, I told you", but (thanks of god) he was laughing. He has good sense of humor.

The second race was the short one. How he had received the medal from the first race, it gave him forces to run this second race. This race was so quick that I hadn't time to take photos. In this race was clear his victory so he didn't stop to run when the race finished until he arrived to me and told me "now I was the first, could you see it?" Whole family laugh together and went to take the "gold" medal.

Almost real history

In the middle of nowhere between three countries is situated the Kalahari desert, enormous extension of inhospitable land. Everybody thinks that the only thing that you can find there is sand. However, this is the land of Bushmen. They are a small group of people that migrate all around the desert looking for water, meat and vegetables. They are an incredible people who don't need anything to live. Just the minimum to eat and nothing to wear. Each person of the group has a different paper in it. The men normally go to hunt, and the women look for vegetables and fruits in the sand. The women mantein the group together and take care of the children and older. They don't have houses just sleep outside. If they are lucky can find a small mountain and sleep in a cove.

When men go to hunt, it is really exited. We think in a hunt with cars, guns and noise. Nothing further, they have to go walking or running with bare feel. Days before the hunting they have prepared a poison for the arrows. This poison is very potent because the arrows are very small and the animals that they hunt are bigger than a horse. When they find the animal that they need to eat, observe than it must be an old  male or female to respect the cycle of life. So they don't hunt young females and never a breeding. Only one of the men can shoot the bow. The animal is poisoned but need some hours, sometimes a day to die. The men follow the animal sometimes running because they have to defend their food from another predators. When the animal is dead, they say thank you and explain the animal why they are killed him. It is not a pray, it is an act of  respect.

One day of the hunters, some days before the travel hunt, had a dream. He dreamt that one good talk to him and advised him about one problem in the village. The good told him about the food will be missing of the land and about new people, estrange people arriving from outside the desert. This people would stole their land would kill all animals, so they would have to go to another place to live.

Unfortunately it real happened, and this small people lost their land and their traditions just because they don't know what "white law" means.

Confession

When I was young, about 13-14 years old, some friends invited me to go with them and skip school for a walk during  classtime. We didn't want to do anything special, maybe just have a hot chocolate, or something like that. However, we wanted to feel rebellious.

I was upset because  I had never lied to my mother, and she is a person with a strong personality. In her defense, I have to say, that my father was always traveling. So, my mother had to take both roles (father and mother), which must be very hard for a woman with four children.

Anyway, I  had never lied to her, but I wanted to try. During some days I was thinking if I ought to tell her the truth or not. On the other hand, if I told her the truth, probably she would have told me that I had to go to the school. Finally I decided not to tell her the truth.

I felt terrible that afternoon. The pressure in my heart was huge. My head had a terrible pain. My stomach was upset. I think it was the first time I felt stress.

When I arrived at home nobody knew about my adventure. Nevertheless, I felt worse phisically and psicologically. Finally, I decided tell my mother the truth and finish with the suffering.
Surprisingly, nothing happened with her, and I was all night crying.

I learned that I couldn't support the weight of a lie.

Hello every one,

My name is Jana, well really is my nickname. 
I am here because of a wish, yes I know this sound different, no body want to study for wish. I really want. I want to study a PhD.

I change my country and have moved all my family, two children, my husband and my crazy dog to here just looking for my dream.
I hope that will be enough strong to do all this effort. 

In Spain I had my job which was hard but funny. Every day my partner and me had different projects to do. I enjoyed that time. 

Now, times are challenged and I have to do different things to continue my professional career in another way. The way of the education. It is a change but I have to do it. 
In my opinion the worst thing you can do, is not try the things you think about them. My grandma always told me "when you have think about something that you really want to do, do it, if not you always be sorry".

Now when I have to take a decision, I remember this words.

What do you think about my grandma words?