Valeria Parrella - Liberation from
I did a public school and I am grateful. I had decent teachers and teachers indecent, then I had extraordinary teachers. Those were the point of reference from which the analysis of the world game, which started it all. In college guide books, bibliographies are the path along which to flow. In elementary school, in junior high, high school books do not say nothing by themselves: they need the singer, exegete, what encourages you to open them. This is the teachers.
I am not a teacher. I have a degree in classical literature but it took me so long to graduate that I missed the last contest. Most of my friends did that contest, somebody added the infamous Sis, many have emigrated. Piedmont, Lombardy, Veneto, where the rankings could accommodate them. Vicariate I missed this commitment of my life with stories, then with the novel, I imagined a teacher anywhere, everywhere I have drawn from the stories that I cherish most of all: those who come from the classrooms, those who foretell the destiny, the lives of new citizens. My father is a teacher and can not retire. He studies every day, his work never ends: it is his existence, the subjective engagement of the morning, the finding of the boys throughout his life. Some things are inherited. The joy, the passion of the public school, free, secular - secular and in the best cases - the "level" of Toto, towns where you find yourself having to deal with all types of companies, not allowed to take refuge in your , and then being able to learn from each, dovendoti compare with everyone.
I owe it all to the study: without what I learned I am nothing. The contact with peers has always moved me, has disrupted the closed world in which saddens me already as a child. My current friends - I am thirty years - the ones that I trust and on whose behalf and for which I tremble like myself, are my high school friends. My first challenge was against the teachers who are deemed unworthy, my first applause was looking for them in those that they estimated. In middle school I had a teacher of Italian illuminated, and a retro history and geography: the first held the apron under the counter and the second one wore: my first power management I learned that. For years me the school was "The State", membership, duty, because just as happy. Without the Italian school I am nothing, I would not be a writer, would not be writing now on behalf of Thomas, professor of history and philosophy these days running from one institution to another to "fill" the hours. In the name of Paola professor of letters who wakes up at six-part with the child of one year from the outskirts of Naples, to the center, then leaves the child to the mother, then runs into the classroom to work on support.
Without the school that I did, I did, I could now say in a sincere and profound, as I feel it, I despise and deplore the conduct of the Minister of Education, which indicates in the decay of public schools in low light that you have teachers, the death of our society. Any minister erga above the Italian School does a crime against the state, against myself, against my son and immediately dismiss any reason for being.
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