I'm tired. Concluded recently exhausting final scrutiny. But we prof., You know, for people common in any odor, do not work. We degl'intollerabili jokers, social parasites with "three months off per year." The funny thing (?) Is that it reiterated to me the other day ineffable ATA (awesome acronym, I admit: it is for personal technical administrator Auxiliary ") which, to my modest request for a permit" quick " an hour (the first seventeen years of teaching requires ...), said she would like to exchange with me (because we - obviously self-evident implication - We do a c. .. o). I, however - ever wonder why! -, I would willingly and immediately, out of pure love 's antidosis, exchange with some of my knowledge ATA: curriculum of no less than 8 (and exhausting periclitanti, and ohibò anzichenò!) Years of study behind shifts of 6 hours day, limited job description and rigorous licensing fuck to the bitter end, watching TV service on time, pleasant to listen to the radio, fiddling with the computer peculon peculoni: If, by chance or clear, they are forced to land on its shores during my time non-teaching service (customarily, for inveterate habit of not wasting time, in such circumstances must correct homework, prepare lectures, multidisciplinary projects, I read essays, and I get a dialogue with the parents of my kids, updating procedures for evaluating and other "crap" like), do you think that turns off the computer, radio or TV, or tears of yelling of nonsense? No sir! Given that we, teachers, do not do a c. .. or, why the jovial acroamatico ATA should feel compelled to give up his hobbies venial to facilitate our work? Just and sacred. The idiots always prevail over co i. ..... But the students (stupore!) if n'addanno and did not drink it so loosely: it is Europe that comes, young people (in Italy: a slow steps, which are well understood and intuits) is the world out of the door that is pressing, and not so sweet ... We will (with Alzheimer's galloping) to see ...
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