It was supposed to be simple. A formality. But the cover page was the first thing Professor Méndez would see. The first judgment .
The cursor blinked on the blank Word document like a metronome counting down to zero. Sofía stared at the white abyss. The research was done—footnotes, bibliography, statistical analysis—but the portada was still empty. portada trabajo universidad
(The Cost of a Dream)
"The seal is inside," Sofía replied. And for the first time, she believed it. It was supposed to be simple
She deleted the template. Instead, she opened a photo she had taken last winter: the university library at dawn, frost on the windows, light spilling from the third floor where she had spent hundreds of hours. She placed it as the background. Over it, she wrote: The first judgment
"Portada trabajo universidad," she whispered to herself, typing the words into a search engine. A thousand rigid templates appeared: blue gradients, clip art globes, generic serif fonts. Universidad de Buenos Aires , she typed at the top. Then her name. Then the date.