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So ...
I did the hearing. I Svang mathematics. The friend Romi, a step away from the anesthesia made me understand how the domain is and depending on the sign of a thicket. Fucked up to know it. In the end I semi silenced the committee talking about my path of modern and postmodern historiography implanting the work "The Short Century" in Hobsbawm, and then the pedagogy of media education and Bruner and Orwell and Marinetti and Montale. Big question of philosophy-parallel Schopenhauer and Sartre, Kierkegaard and Hegel. I missed the biography of Sheba. 'Nzomma well. Brava. Bis. But at the time of written test ... Surprise! I thought that the third test had gone so-so and instead: try an Italian traitor!
Mah, track open "Fun and pleasure," three paintings among other things (Botticelli's Venus, The Dance by Matisse and Picasso 3 Musicians), I invent a show that deals with whether the art is nice or sucks to universality. And we put Kant's ability to judge and the irreducibility of the artistic value, which must continue to be such a surprise. And Wittgenstein's silence in the face of logic and art. And the hypothesis of Warburg and Gombrich on the Renaissance meaning of the composition. And the joy of living the art of Matisse. That is the bottom line is that the colors and images of art are beautiful, and this is subjective, but art does not end there if not do not cross intact over time. I do not know I'm
impippando?
fact is that I know that I impippato also prof-outdoor Italian Commissioner to the task that gave me 8. On 15. That is insufficient.
I was left speechless. The second written test I took 15. 12 And the third. 35 points to add the 18 claims of voting and non-oral and I know how. I mean I have aged and are not the votes that make a difference on the maturity that I think I vaguely reached 16 years ago. But a failure to test Italian. I. She graduated in Art History. Vaguely journalist a little 'know how to do an article for the newspaper. Okay ... you say I use?

Done oral. Afternoon in the Caribbean Sea with mom. Parto
the next morning at 6.00 to arrive at work at 12.00. I
absent so only one working day.
Yet another emergency.
Yet another outburst of the head. It is the male and rude. That one.
nervous breakdown, my!
And I just said,
immediate resignation.

words, after two months of up and down, day job and study at night, opening horizons of educational psychology, discover the mysteries of Excel and phone bridges, I find myself just returned permanently to Rome, after I got up at 5:00 stacanovisticamente to be at work almost on time (that I would have a contract to project power and neither time nor obligations and no hierarchy), I find myself suddenly without jobs and without prior study. Unemployed? On vacation?

A mini earthquake.
Shut the door.
And I'm on the landing mo!