Somehow, I have been influenced by some teachers. I couldn't say that is why I became one, but certainly has been a reason to keep in the trade. There is a chance to make a change in the lives of some of the students, let them discover new things, something in them that pups up after a talk or a class.
I discovered art by a book given to me at prep school by my ethics teacher. The paintings of Modigliani may have never been so illuminating in my life if Gonzalo Lara didn't give me that book. When living in Washington D. C., the same teacher asked me to write for the paper of the same school, so I started to write. Something that was encouraged by Mr. Harding at St. John's College High School when reading American Authors.
Alejandro Gonzalez Danieli let me savor the joy of writing short stories at the university. An idea could turn into a story, so I could tell whatever I wanted to say, hidden in the text for others to discover.
There are some whose names just can't remember, but that made a difference. Like my drawing teacher at The Corcoran School of Art, that let me discover the great beauty of the human body, and the joy of drawing the figure.
I don't know if my work as a teacher has made a difference, but, sincerely, that's what I hope.
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