You can not easily describe what it means to make a leap back about half of your years in high school, returning student struggling with the subject and question and then return to your new status as a married woman worker.
Maybe more or less the jet lag of Armstrong's return from the moon.
But this has been and will be back in less than a month when re-live the night before his exams and the rite of passage of the examination of maturity.
For now I have done tests supplementary material not studied in high school and university: more or less five-year program in two weeks of study and dsperatissimo crazy. I mean I could not go for the figure of the donkey, I am there, with almost twice the age of the other candidates (in high school social-psychological fields are all girls!), The appearance of a degree and have not faced but most professors and gentlemen! And then the
secchionaggine in me took over and voila examination brilliant academic with compliments outbuildings and kiss (no lie, no kiss).
The written examination of methodology socio-educational research was the first time after graduation exam of the '90s who was filming a pen and paper and wrote protocol ... struggling to write with a pen!
The other girls were delivered immediately, as I do not know, I will make more references to the possibility of things studied, before it dissipated in the memory that I find myself less and less efficient. Now I age!
course is a bit 'easy win and I admit I do not think you have the highest mark to maturity, then touches my third test on math and biology and is not that ferratissima topics. The mathematics program is explained to me before my eyes as a text in ancient Aramaic. Biology say that the power sexual know how it works inside and out, but nothing more. Maybe some information on cellulite, but I guess that is out of the program!
Mo went back to work with the prospect of hard work over the summer and the sea, or almost nothing.
Ale in September you take me to the Maldives! It is not just teens but the journey of Ibiza or the inter-rail no longer I can do. And that surplus
always a honeymoon!
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