The President of the
Yesterday, two hours before the big event, a professor politely warned me that there would be no classes after 6pm. “Great, thanks for letting me know,” I responded and then luckily thought to ask, “and what’s the reason we’re canceling class?”
I assumed that classes were cancelled for typical excuses, such as faculty meetings, frequent and/or unclear holidays, or big soccer games. Indeed it surprised me to discover that it was nothing typical.
“Well,” the professor responded, “The President has a speech at 6 pm in the Coliseum. You should go if you’re interested.”
If I’m interested, I thought. Of course this interests me; I’ve never seen any president speak in public before, and especially not in an academic presentation geared toward university students to keep the public and the university body informed.
Fortunately, en route to the lecture I ran into two other professors and tagged along to the big event. We arrived at quarter to 6 to the Coliseum. Please don’t let your mind run away with the name Coliseum because it is less Roman and more a smelly, old gymnasium. The grand arena seated 700, but with fifteen minutes to go- it was not even half full. Of course, I’m not good with estimating, but I would figure that the entire facility was half the size of my high school’s basketball arena. So, even for a non-desirable basketball game, my basketball team’s numbers would have crushed the president’s numbers. “Where is everybody?” I asked a professor.
“The President is not known for being punctual, so perhaps the students will arrive late, when they expect him to arrive,” she responded.
Of course I have been privy to a number of events that did not start on time and yes, a large part of living in
My co-worker continued to explain that in the city of
Well, to our luck Correa arrived at five past. Before Correa was to begin his discourse, the leading official of the
The crowd had prepared a very different welcome for their dear and respected president Correa. As Correa rose to speak, the crowd gave him a warm reception. At least I think that is what they were doing, but to be honest I lost track of where I was for a moment when the student (and faculty) body of women began screaming, charged the stage and thousands of camera phones snapped photos. I looked up at the stage half expecting to see Ricky Martin and his Latin hips or the Beatles and their hair, but then remembered that this was a lecture on the Dollarization and well, the Beatles broke up. I don’t know anyone besides my dad that would be so excited about a detailed discussion of economics, but even he would keep it on the inside.
I looked over to show my “what is happening?” face to my co-worker and saw that she was blushing, her eyes fixed on Mr. President. I had heard many women found Correa to be handsome, but this professor was weak in the knees for the man. In that moment, I realized that she wasn’t exaggerating or mocking ill-educated students when she confessed to she was attending the lecture, not because she gave a rip about economic policy, but because she wanted to be in his presence. More than anything, I was shocked that it did not damage her credibility as a professor; if anything, I appreciated her honesty.
Correa was quite the charismatic speaker. I was impressed by his poise, specifically in his ability to continue lecturing in a room of ringing cell phones, children selling gum and cigarettes, political groups chanting and people milling about. He had an outstanding way of playing the crowd and found a balance between using language that was complicated and economic language as well as informal to connect with his audience. For example, a few times during his lecture he said “chuta”, which in the context of a formal lecture translates to “damn”. When the economic discussion became less of Correa’s dreamy celebrity persona and more economic policy and algorithms, many female students stood up and left the arena.
The president spoke for two hours and answered several audience questions on the topic of whether or not the dollar had been beneficial for
I walked away from the Coliseum filled with excitement and wonder. I felt charged having witnessed living history and having experienced an authentic political speech, chanting, blushing and all. Also, I wondered about the implications of electing a president with sex-appeal and wondered whether my president would ever give an academic lecture using algorithms.