At
three years, the daughter of a friend of mine called "quasi-paul"
the little brother coming and still curled up in the belly of the
mother: "Because when Paul gets born. Now it's just a bean.
"The reasoning was not flawless, and he certainly also a
reassuring function. The loss of the privilege of being an only
child was exorcised by moving into the future an event
disturbing. The land of green beans is a place where things
exist only in power, and is not at all certain that they actually
do. Something that almost happened, after all, might not ever
happen. I have a friend of Dean. Almost-president, I should
say, a headmaster beans. My friend is in this disgraceful state
of quasi-existence because, some years ago, has applied to
participate in a contest for aspiring principals. He was not sure
I can be admitted, but on the contrary, thought that would have
excluded him: he had almost the requirements right, but not
quite, the Ministry, you know, has the tender heart of a virgin:
he could not allow that ten days less in the service required for
exclusion from a simple competition. So my friend was almost
admitted to the competition: the glorious, potential role of a
bean. Now, one of the qualities that characterize the
quasitudine beans is that the bean has all the duties and rights
that none of the non-green beans. My friend paid
almost-competitions, like the real competitions, the course of
preparation for the competition, he argued the evidence, he
passed with flying colors. Meanwhile, as a status, was still in
the land of green beans: namely, that the Ministry expected to
come out of painful uncertainty which had been snatched from the
time of application. It was a legitimate expectation, his: it was
in fact spent nearly a year after the declaration of quasitudine,
but the mystery of the reserve did not seem to unravel. And my
friend remained in the land of green beans. The
day came when the winners of the contest were summoned to that
other place of the collective called the Department of Education.
The winners chose a home, and the almost-winners (2 in
California) with a restarocono palm of your hand. Since then, the
quasitudine or a statement of my friend, it's been 7 years. My
friend Dean has bean changed schools 6. As is also Bravin, the
institutions have often been trimmed of varying complexity, most
often with the promise that he would remain. The principal green
beans worked well, varava projects, arranged sites, it did tend
to love, as usually happens to those who make a profession he
loves and that is very easy. Then, again in August, the bubble
burst and the head was almost moved elsewhere. Why? Because a
principal role was asked to mix their own home that occupied the
beans. And how can we deny a seat to a head case when it is
improperly granted to the beans? How true to direct the head of
another three sites that could be asked, perhaps less
prestigious, to leave the beans in his place? And Parbleu, mica
is not a real president, but only a potential, a reserve, a kind
of silicon to be used to block the most obvious flaws in the
state. Now, in the state competitions, the reserve is not to
be just like a football team in Serie A Meanwhile, you do not
receive any salary Rather, you pay your lawyer must follow the
story (which is usually a lawyer in every respect, and produces
plots in the round, and without approximations). Then, instead of
sitting on the bench, shake us very forcibly, in an attempt to
ensure that the state "dissolve the reserve," which
gives the thing a feature of liquidity is not very reassuring. In
fact, the principal bean was in this condition, in the company of
a dozen other lucky individuals throughout the peninsula, a
significant number of entities, it is clear, against which it was
legitimate to expect that the matter would be dealt with certain
speed. But we are still here waiting. And the urban legend of
the principal bean spreads. Just ask him. You will see the eyes
of mothers moved, of all ages and walks of life, dampening
enthusiasm and ex-students. You will see teachers and precarious
role of zealous and lose the light of reason. In short, you'll
see what happens usually happens in school, even if no one ever
says, when a teacher is good and dedicated, and when a president
was born to do exactly the job he does. But, in fact, this
matters only in the imaginary country of green beans. In the real
world, the beans are hostage to a top-down management curious, a
kasbah, which resembles a psychiatric hospitalization, but it is
not in the classical sense. Rather it is a timeshare that all
members, not quite balanced, they want to live in the same
period. This
is not possible, and the mess that goes with it, who pays the
price? Beans.
anno
41 n. 366
Nicoletta
Vallorani
