Well, I admit it: I never talk to school (which is also an integral part of my life if not essential). not doing it because I generally resort to cliches.
say that I love the relationship with students - that when it works, what makes a teacher of crafts the world's best - and I hate everything that revolves around the education institutions.
The following story was published in La Repubblica (Naples edition) on 8 August 2007, generated some strong reaction to object to the content.
The only thing I can add is that I was flowing from the heart when one day - during my one year of teaching at middle school - I realized the degree of depletion and / or presumption that affected many professors.
was a collection of frustrated wannabe and that pass before my eyes every day: exhausted mothers, failed writers, people who are mentally unstable people on the brink of burn-out , etc.. to play a key role in a difficult environment - the eastern outskirts of Naples - dominated by logic and subcultures Camorra.
And clung desperately at all (ten) addressed to trade union meetings and on festival days as a lifesaver because of which escape for a while.
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not take it anymore! They have become impossible! Whenever I'm in class some tragedy has to happen! They should be attached with the strings on the chairs and instead they go running around without anyone doing anything!
Want to know what happened? And mo 'I'll explain so you understand well the trouble that one is likely to pass! That
Sciardelli Nora Elefante, what is believed so beautiful, she started to make a fool Two-faced with Giancarlo, that guappetto II F that the father takes control the mental health center (and that already tells you everything ...). Anyway - it is, as it is not - at some point someone sends for Nora in class while I was there to give lessons. And I cracked cracked, I made out well. But not I used to think that these unfortunate chickens that other class of ... what? The IC? Mica I thought that those of the IC wanted to take in poker?!
Outside the hall is the successful end of the world: the idiots who snatch the hair between them, they ran to the caretakers who could share, colleagues who came out of the classroom and they were like the cod, the guys who were screaming like savages and catch it again with all mobile phones (Rascals, bums, criminals, all of them, than they are ...).
And me? I screamed to stop and fill up those words and maybe the hands that are like vajasse: "Mild 'to Mieze", "You will' 'na ho!", "I'll limbs." But you understand? They have thirteen years each and are already doing the slut with the boys!
And in all this you think the president has some measure blindside? But no, everything's normal! To suspend not even mentioned! In fact, very nearly was not my fault!
I'm tired, tired, tired of everything. But tell me: Who am I doing this? I keep my husband who is an accountant and, optionally, I could be quiet at home watching my chores and make the life of the lady. And instead? Instead I have to get up every morning - very early because I was given an uncivil time - to come to this school of shit useless to fight the battles for those who give me four shillings per month. And to think that it's only for a sense of mission, to bring a bit 'of knowledge to those who really need and would rather
cares ... I have taught my children respect, education and the importance of the study : they know that if they behave well I send them everywhere. And in fact go to the gym, a dance school, a school of English ... We are both in the aggregate beautiful groups of Vomero-good, high-ranking people: you can already see that want to rise, already are building the future. Not like these scoundrels here that are good only to sell vegetables in the market and live in the bass! If the search for their condition, it is useless to complain that they are.
them to him I would say four things to the headmaster when he says that I am to have no pulse, that I am I missing too! And God forbid that I could even be back! Another little 'and here you can not even go to pee, as in the factories of the nineteenth century! I could be a research assistant at this university, but school! At school I'm there just because I'm married and I wanted to do for children, nothing else. But these people so mocciosetti of how-to-be - the best of them take at least one affected family member - are making me lose all my class and my refinement.
I was full of enthusiasm when I started teaching, had a comfortable job: bestowed culture, I earned the money without asking my husband so I could pass me a whim, I kept the afternoon free to relax and take care of things at home. But everything has changed: now there are suggestions of class, controconsigli, teachers, school-parent meetings, minutes (which, as I teach Italian, regularly touching to me), maps and cartuscelle, mess that will not tell you ... And most importantly, there are the shameless, immoral at all levels, among students but also between colleagues who think that certain facts do not always relate well to them.
But how can you go to a school that works well? No, no, no longer do. Tuesday we took advantage of that is a good trade union conference in the last two hours so the scappotto me and I'm going to do some 'shopping in Via Chiaia the face of the principal, colleagues and friends singer. At least the union is something every now and then. Then I take
certainly another twenty sick days, so I wake up late, I enjoy some nice spring day, I cook, I invite some friends buraco at home playing and who we have seen we have seen. Because if we do not take care of themselves ...
make me laugh when they complain that the school does not work ... but if they are the ones that force you to do so! We teachers are people graduate, but instead, it seems, we have taken to miners. I, with her husband, a professional to do the digging tunnels! They're kidding, did not understand anything. If you do not grant me my rights, my rights to say that I take them alone.
Yes, yes, do this: twenty more days of sick leave and then there are the bridge on 25 April and 1 May. This year my husband, me and the boys have decided to go visit Barcelona and Madrid with some friends. We're going to breathe a bit 'different air, outside Italy.
and then once a turn and reach even the summer holidays. I swore to myself that I would have been for a month and a half lying on a deckchair on the beach at Diamond. And, if all goes well, maybe we'll even beat it a week Alpitour the village of Taormina.
I can not wait. So I really
regeneration.
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