After all not everyone in life have the opportunity to redo something, a second chance, the opportunity to go back in time. I did. Rewind.
And I found myself with a really old now, where there is no Italian vocabulary of the significance of mobile as a portable phone or social network. Britney Spears dressed like college-early (now old and past too) with a white blouse and pleated skirt (I was the one with the skirt of the female students) at 7.45 already out of high school, all stuck to the windows in the front row to go in and grab the best seats in the hall, a traditional place of the written tests of maturity. I speak to women because he is a former high school and master's male students are less of whiteflies in circulation. An uproar of Hello Kitty, sun glasses, and hysterical laughter and a lot of anxiety and emotion and parents who make the photos and the cameras of a TV interview and resume private. I am fascinated by all this. I can not stop looking with air from alien just landed from Mars that these young people parade past me, thinking that at this moment I am part of too! With the double age or almost! On returning to the suspicious eyes of their thinking: "But what we are doing here?" And that after explaining your experience tragi-comic look at you like a monster secchionaggine but perhaps also of incredible stupidity. And I do my best, the profs that I have won a preliminary examination of eyes stare at me with "maybe you have pupils like you and I choose the theme of pleasure and delights tacked up on the works of Botticelli, Matisse and Picasso (Art nice pleasure or art?). A theme of art history that so I wanted to do the first time the school leaving examination. A revolutionary leap that I have to quell the reading of the track on sinkholes and the aliens (we only ????), but also to the document signed by Mussolini that fascism is gggiovane. Then the second test on two tracks on issues of pedagogy and thrombus without you even read the track signed Alberoni. Super nerd day off to deal with the new entry, for me, the third round. And girls born in 1991, which suggests to me without shame that I even question the mathematics that I copy without knowing what we're talking about.
Now I have to take oral examination. I did the course, with modern and postmodern Montale, Futurism, Freud, Mass media and Orwell. I could do better, but really I think in 10 minutes.
Then, to my classmates opens the possibility of a long summer of their youth.
E per me?
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