"Culture. Change. Technology. Three words that describe nowadays world.

The world we all live in. The world our generation is about to be responsible for. A
gift. A huge, astounding gift. From every single living human being that already
played their respective role in the world.
Civilization. Thoughts. Understanding. These are us. Or should be. We, as
rational, reflective, moral beings. We, who are said to be the only species
responsible for this world. How does that happen? How can we, a naive, young
group of thinking animals, take care of such a bright, big world?
That's what leadership stands for. Exactly the power that someone has, to
look after a group of beings. The responsibility for all the actions of those beings,
for all their major decisions. The ability to see more, to expand horizons and plan a
future for all those faces that stare at you, waiting for your words, expecting the
best decision, whatever it is."
The teacher stopped reading and quietly glanced at her class, observing the
expressions in all the twenty one childish faces. I discreetly did the same. Some of
them were interested, others were just staring at the wall, daydreaming. The usual.
Ms. Jones closed the book she had been reading for us, and started talking again.
We were discussing politics, and all the needed attributes one should have in order
to be recognized as a leader.
My father, being a politician trying to ascend in his career, was the closest
view I had to a leader. Not only a political party leader. A family leader as well. He
was the one who took care of my mother, and my two younger sisters. At least,
that was the last memory I had of him, since I had left for my internship in a school
abroad. I had been living in Canada for over four years, and was about to finish
school next month. As time went by and I got closer to returning home to my
beloved family, my brain frenetically searched every single image I had of the time
I had lived my family and stubbornly wouldn't allow me to think of anything else. I
was so excited to show my dad that finally I had all the competences to become a
leader, just like him. I had always felt like he lived disappointed with the son he
had, cause I had always been more interested in science, technological
development, laboratories and chemistry, all the endless evolution of today's world,
that one Ms. Jones had read about, the one leaders are supposed to be responsible
for. But well, this wasn't my dad's opinion. For him, a leader was someone who
could guide a bunch of people through the meanders of society and its current
problems. To be a leader, you could know nothing about science, you only had to
be capable of manipulating people with your words, making them follow you by
saying what they wanted to hear. So, at 14 years of age, I came to Canada and
started studying political science and economics, the exact same subjects my father
was an expert in. My grades were good, despite my interest being near to zero. I
really put some effort in studying, just because I didn't want to let my family down.
A disturbing, high sound blew all my thoughts away