Follow-up creativo, tras una charla sobre Seguridad Vial en la Universidad Austral
En el mes de julio, los alumnos de S6 participaron de una charla / Taller de seguridad vial, alcoholismo y drogadicción, dictado por el Dr. Pablo Pratesi (Jefe de la Unidad de Cuidados Intensivos del Hospital Universitario Austral y Profesor de Emergentología de la Facultad de Ciencias Biomédicas).
Comparte la Prof. Claudia Gelonch (Economics y Apertura al mundo laboral):
«La presentación fue conmovedora, alarmante y muy realista a la vez. Los alumnos pudieron reflexionar sobre los distintos roles que entran en juego cuando ocurre un accidente vial.
De hecho, el Dr. Pratesi cuestiona el uso de la palabra ‘accidente’, ya que la mayoría de estos episodios son, en realidad, previsibles y prevenibles.
En clase, volvimos a reflexionar sobre lo mucho que habíamos escuchado y así nació la idea de plasmar algo de lo vivido en forma de escritura creativa (Creative Writing, trabajos realizados en las clases de inglés con la Prof. Gaby Correa). Los alumnos eligieron alguno de los múltiples puntos de vista – faltó el rol del médico, quien recibe con dolor y enorme frustración a cada nueva víctima– y escribieron cuentos cortos que relatan lo que ocurre después de un siniestro.»
Algunos de esos textos compiten actualmente en un certamen literario…
Claudia, además, tuvo a bien enviarlos por mail a la Universidad con el agradecimiento del Colegio. La Universidad, por su parte, también agradeció ese ida y vuelta productivo y plagado de emociones intensas. Ojalá sirvan tanto la charla como los textos y chicos y grandes comprendamos de una buena vez cuánto daño evitable está provocando el alcohol entre los jóvenes.
Compartimos algunos fragmentos de esas producciones de alumnos de S6H.
The Grandmother, by Martina Larghi
*Ring, ring!* The phone rang while the grandmother was calmly watching TV while knitting a sweater. The phone kept on ringing. It was her daughter-in-law. She said that Tom, the grandmother’s son, had had an accident. Tom’s mother was desperate, she didn’t know how to react. Grabbing the keys of her car, she rushed into the garage and got into her foolishly pink new car. While driving, her hands were trembling and her forehead sweating. She couldn’t stop thinking of what could have happened (…)
Accident, by Franco Marino
Slightly, her eyes opened.
«Where am I?»
The sun shone strongly and the room was overwhelmed by light. A sigh of a breeze entered the room through a part of the window which was left open, and it circulated over her body.
She turned her head towards her left shoulder. She was shocked when she saw the scars she had. 2 minutes passed and she remained still. She rotated her eyes towards her other shoulder, and realized she was attached to an assortment of tubes and cables. What were they for? she wondered. They entered her body through her nose and arms.
«Where am I? Help! Help! Heeeelp! (…)»
The Grandson, by Delfina Costanzo
(…) Sitting on a hard uncomfortable chair in the waiting room, Grandmother couldn’t take her eyes off the clock. You could see in her eyes the lack of sleep, the puffiness in them showed how much she had been crying. It didn’t look as if she was trying to tell the time, it looked as if her eyes were fixed on the clock, but her mind was elsewhere.
The bags under her eyes made her look older than she was. The fake-leather chair she sat on got the back of her legs sticky, because she was perspiring from the fear she felt.
She didn’t want to know; yet she needed to know how Michael was.
All because of a stupid decision. (…)
See illustration source here.