school

The Apache guide
by Nicoletta Vallorani

Examinations and how to save your lives.

Have two teachers, parents, a sister teacher and a fellow, principal. I am a teacher myself. Under these conditions, to save it only takes Lourdes. Believe it. And at fifty-two years old, I do not know if it's worse to believe in the virtues of saving Lourdes or the dignity of the teaching profession.
I also have many teachers friends. One of these is not paid for 3 months, and has a young son, fortunately, a husband who is not unemployed. My friend precarious, facing insolvency of the state, has decided to appeal to the TAR, but the lawyer said she should organize to wait a long time, practically until retirement. And do not expect justice. Then my friend asked: "What must I do to get justice? Appeal to the Fifth Amendment? "
"We are not in the U.S., my beauty," replied the lawyer, with whom my friend is quite in confidence. "At most, you do a class action."
At the word "class", evocative of the horror that is the succession of supply teachers in unlikely places that life is a precarious, if my friend has taken to her heels. Do not blame her for that.
Recently, she enrolled in a ceramics course, to make pots because she felt more gratified that try to explain the basics of English to a bunch of psychotic, autistic and a pair of two promising soccer players. Because the promises are never kept, these days, the two in question are already frustrated at sixteen. It is a difficult world, whose only requirement is positive they can be readily replaced by facebook. Once, I argued that Facebook is bad because it creates a virtual world that has nothing to do with reality. Then someone pointed out to me that not even Italy, where we live has nothing to do with reality. So I gave up and I thought it is time to get into facebook. At least here you do not make admissions test, submit a resume, fill out numerous forms, learn the electronic verbalization and finally discover that you can not make false statements in life to tell the truth while you end up being the blowjobs in the processes. With these assumptions, I can not deal with the month of June.
Why?
Because there are the exams in June.
They remind me of bad experiences. At the first examination at university, I was so upset that I missed the word. Luckily I met a model teacher who then went out of production and that waited for me to recover the management of neurons to interrogate me. I will always be grateful to him. At the first regular competition for junior high school, I prepared myself as if I were to be admitted to NASA. I was immediately rejected. The latter, because they are not completely stupid, I understood the lesson and I did not open book. I think I invented some insignificant details, type the name of some critical works and some non-existent. I passed the exam with flying colors. Before being integrated into the glittering world of academia, I participated in something like 13 contests. The penultimate was Aug. 3, and I went there with a mask and fins, and the desire to sink your holy feet in the sand. And I was now convinced empirically that the state could help but spend money in competitions. Might as well rely on the proceedings of the straw shorter. It would be less able to cheat.
Now the question is, with these assumptions, as I explain to my daughter the best way to take the examination of middle school? Do not I'll tell, and expect life to teach her to do what is best. The life and his older sister. Hard bone, the latter. Last year, in the face of a crying little one, totally inadequate for the work to do in school, it was expressed with the following parable:
"See, sister, the middle school is the most terrible period. It's like the Middle Ages one can survive just thinking that then comes the Renaissance. Although I have not yet understood in that chronological sequence. However, do not worry. The middle school is horrible, but already the first year of high school is much better. It's all confused, a bit 'as the phase of Pangea. You know, right? Like when there are no continents and is an undifferentiated whole. But after that formed the continents. And one is recognized. It comes the Renaissance. Then I am. "
Faced with this necklace of pearls of wisdom, I kept quiet pleased. The wisdom adolescents always troubles me, as I mob - for different reasons - the idealism in the people of my age.
For example, I always thought that schools should be public, a primary reason: it is not separated from the real life and real life, the culture must not be functional for what the user can pay. When I tell these things to my daughters, they usually say, "Okay, mumis. And how the story ends? "

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I even worked for some years in the school certification for teachers. I stopped when I realized that, between one thing and another, ended up competing candidates to enable the content but totally unprepared to handle a class of screaming, distressed, ignorant, multilingual and totally disabled monsters at any form of confrontation that spans not last phone model. No aptitude test, no tests, no mental health care, and so on. Once, when it was impossible to deny certification of a type very good but clearly disturbed, I dreamed for a week Bowling for Columbinein Brianza version and then I resigned. I exaggerate, of course. But the point is: do the teacher's role is as an autoimmune disease. There is no treatment. In the long run, it destroys itself. The only hope would be dismissal, even with compensation. But the fact is that teaching in the school - in addition to the impossibility of making a career prescriptive - a resounding fact applies: if it hurts their work, the penalty is the removal of topography, not professional.
You will be uprooted from one place to go and do harm to another.
And then one wonders what the mechanism is inspired by the rotation of our ministers.