Lots of political and social events have had happened here in Colombia in the current year; there was the visit of GB to Bogota, the other was the first of may in wich we celebrate labor day and the last could be the approval of the national development plan, it may sound has it is no big deal but here in Colombia we have the bad habit of making a big deal out of pollitics, specially in public universities.

When I first started my bachelor's degree almost four years ago I first got into a private university with a pocket mauling price, a steady schedule and a security bubble, wich was reinforced by the location of the campus: between two graveyards in the northen outskirts of Bogotá, nothing was close if you had to print a 20 pages report with a decent printer you had to walk for about half and hour across a mudy road to the "nearest"...warehouse that had a decent printer and pray that you weren't obliterated by the trafic.

It was a small campus, but I when first got there I felt all grown up with all of these grass, tidy buildings and snotty looking people; none of the country shortcomings were ever felt in the campus between the graveyards. I only had to worry about getting there, sit in my ****oom, pretend to pay attention and just chill, there was no need know what was happening. After three inconsequential years I grew jaded of the university and specially I grew jaded with the career I choose, what was there to do? leave university and look for another one, and so I did six months later I got into a public college wich happens to be the finest education and research institution in the country.

Once again I felt all grown up with 21 years and seven semesters on my wake so I started my usual drill get there, pretend to pay attention and chill. There was no way I was going to continue with that, by the time Bush came to Bogotá the university became a living being, that breathed rebelion, anger, energy, powder, you were imbued with a desire to get out there and throw rocks. It started at 10:00 am when the first explosions were heard in the main plaza; I knew that the riots that took place in my university were epical, that reached a war like level and lasted for several days but I wasn't especting to live one on the first semester.

The people that started the mess were a handfull of men and women with sky masks and eyes that craved for battle, after they set the fire the rest of us, a mob of twenty thousand people took over and became one, we yelled, we hurled rocks, we tossed the tear gas back at them, we dodged, well they did I was at home watching the show, I did not realized that the people that were preaching a few a days ago in front of my building, actually meant that they did it. I loved it, I realized that this college is water from a different well this was a place were I would never grow jaded.

The university was closed the friday and the whole weekend I came back the following monday after it all took place, things continued as if nothing had happened it was like as if we have gone to a football match or a concert as mundane as that. That's when I sat on my favorite bench and wondered what have we achieved, hell if we have achieved anything at all, Bush came either way and did nothing, on the other hand we layed waste on the streets, had the campus closed, hurt someones husband, vandalised the campus, made a jackass out of us and Bush came either way. After I asked a few questions, we were supposedly protesting agaisnt USA imperialism, demanding for equality in the distribution of wealth, demanding for a better safe keeping of our farmers, protesting agaisnt the free trade treaty and demanding the university to remain public...we were doing all that? was collective action the answer for the search of those goals? we could have achieved much more if we have had spent that time energy living our lives and trying to spice our life with the search of equality in our normal routine.