The Handbook of Good Blog says something like:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The Good Blog or staff, or is thematic. If this is a blog theme, do not pout pourri. If you have 10 passions, 10 open blog.>>
Our blog is a sector which tends to pout pourri. Sure sure, the theme is art. All that talk has some vague relevance to art forms, pseudo-art or mass media. I I was ordered not to let my private life in this blog, but I can not. pourri then put the soup becomes, because this post will not have (almost) nothing to do with art.
What I want to talk then? What is worth such a long introduction?
The answer is simple: my 5-year universities. I do not think I will make a specialist, maybe I could be tempted by a Master in Social Theatre. However, I would say that my university education can be considered closed. I need to mourn. I need to talk briefly about these five years. State in the first two, while still a student " S CIENCES of Humanities Communication "to address philosophical and literary. of sudden change and the last three years in Bicocca, in the degree course in" Science education "to address socio-cultural. In this post I gather 10 times most beautiful (well, more absurd / funny / memorable) of my college career. Tranquilli, something artistic, here and there there:)
10) Some 'healthy lion pride: I put the tenth When I heard the result of the placement test for Primary Education . I called my father, "I die the ranking of the entrance test came the results ... I guess you have not been taken into Primary Education. "I reply," Oh okay, so I prefer to do science education ... "My father:" See you kidding, you came second of about 900 students " . Me: "Ah." Oh well, they are rewarding.
However, given my proverbial cunning, I chose to enroll in the course of Education, in defiance of the list of Primary Education. And so I refused to work in an environment where, after the first few years of insecurity, I was hired for an indefinite period and would have won after all up to go from 4 to 6 hours per day since two months of summer vacation. Educators have contracts instead unrealistic, struggling to get to a thousand euro a month, working 8 hours a day and is already so if we go, on vacation. But the study subjects were more interesting and more varied job opportunities . Ah, idealistic as I was ...
9) Prof of "Educational Technologies" was so dependent on tobacco could not help but keep a cigar in his mouth without smoking it. Too bad you do not understand almost nothing of what he explained. One day, perhaps because they engaged in thought in a dream Eden populated by 72 virgins and one million cigars, has accidentally thrown her paycheck. The comment was a terse: "At least now you know that the Italian university forces me to starve. "
8) You should know that the Bicocca bears no resemblance to the State or Brera. Bicocca In the classrooms are new. Bicocca In the profs are always there. In the prof Bicocca, those rare times when there are not alert. And 'why, in the third year, classes began in the worst way. Course "Educational psychology of the family" . initiatives planned for the 9. No prof. wait. None. Some, impatient, goes to ask about in the office. He has never seen a prof here who does not warn in case of delay or absence. Nobody knows anything, not even the secretary know. E 'as a new please. Wait a bit '. Someone goes away. Eventually, a guy stands up and writes on the blackboard:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;At 10.40 heartfelt thanks to the bin.
Kisses.>>
followed by shouts of joy, laughter, mockery, insults to the prof. It all finally go away.
7) In State the profs are generally much plaster. For this reason, our teacher "Linguistics" has attracted a lot of likes and dislikes as many with phrases like "Miss, do not drink from the bottle that I get excited and I can not finish the lesson "or " I smoke in the same classroom there, if it bothers you go away ". The best I've said? " When I was young I was doing the drugs. One night, in chemistry hungry, I ate a cake she had made my roommate. I do not know if it was for me a joke or to solve its problems of constipation, we had put in a purge. I shit on me. In bed. "
6) The teacher " Music and visual arts " the last semester I did in Bicocca, Villa Olmo has brought us to see Mozart's Don Giovanni . In and of itself would have been absolutely be included in the top ten, but the curtain that followed the end of the work has allowed him to climb a few places.
Prof: then, what do you think?
We : um ... yes, the work itself is really nice but ... directed short, we found it a bit 'banalotta.
Prof: yes, even some singing left something 'to be desired. Were impaled as ... Ehiii hello, how are you?! Did you see that I brought my students? Guys, I present to you the director!
(Silence)
Director: then, did you like?
(silence)
One of my partner breaks the ice: yes -ì-ì-ì-ì, cute .........
Director (ironically): Oh however, that enthusiasm ...
With that gesture, he earned 2000 points.
4) First lesson of the course of " Educational psychology of language and communication " . The prof it distributes copies of which have only the title of the course (The Invisible - between social practices, training and care) and a few verses:
you come to convince
or blame me for what I have not yet learned
you come to recover
Orpheus ill give strength and courage to your song sublime
Take me with you do not look
lead me in the light of day
do not leave me with you
blindfolded but I am I can already feel the heat
E 'Orfeo , Carmen Consoli. A song I've ever known but on which I have never focused. We are just in the classroom. We listen carefully to the song, some with eyes closed, others reading the text. The Professor, after a few seconds of silence, asking us to write a book on our reflection on what it represents for us the invisible. I write that the invisible is just the music, and the teacher comments, saying "Words sometimes have to make music to be heard with the same intensity."
3) Course "Pedagogy of the animation" first year in Bicocca. The professor says: "Would you like to make a short film?" A short ?! Wow, of course! So prepare your storyboard, script, collect the ideas. We decided to tell the university and university life using a culinary metaphor. We are shooting a short short in denouncing the lack of attention to flowers, plants, life in the race against time to earn credits. "What do you say to interpret the essence of Mother Nature?" . And so, with the background music that makes the blood freeze, I wander through the spaces of our university barefoot and with a long green skirt, and my classmates and the teacher argue with the security because "you can not resume outdoor ".
Bello is so handsome.
2) Six months after the shooting, the teacher has given us: "Lunch at my house? So we do a Christmas card and I show you a preview of the short-installed" . Among rumors, secrets, laughter, good food, good wine and the excitement of seeing for the first time the short was really a wonderful afternoon. Of course the prof is now the rapporteur of my thesis.
1) All the people I met in those five years.
In State : Erika N., Luca, Alessandro, Boris, Cristina, Laura, Sem, Martina, Mauro. Chiara for having practically lived with me for two years, Erika C. for speaking to me in this course. The the prince's first bank and the kind that often sat next to me and while I was doing a sudoku "simple" he did it two "difficult". All those who left and those who have graduated.
In Bicocca: Clare, Sabrina, Geneva, Stephanie, Alice and the first half. Alessandra and chatting before the exams. Peter, Eugene and speeches demanding. Jara, Philip and all my fellow training.
thank Anna, Sara and Asha Aurora for being great traveling companions.
But also:
- all that I have appointed prof.
- all the books I read.
- All the things I learned.
- the machines and the endless speeches they have heard: "That shit, I was rejected," "Beautiful course I am!", "If I do not take the coffee out of step", "What are you doing later, beautiful girls?"
- the ladies of the table of the State, which had fallen in love with my classmate and they were always the Tuscan dessert for free.
- the cloisters of the State and exercise areas outside of the symmetrical super-Bicocca.
- exit the Metro, see the Duomo and remain prey to the Stendhal syndrome (only valid for two years in the State, unfortunately)
- pre-dinner drinks in the rooms that surround Bicocca.
- the study halls of the State: the silent, what does it take to pass, that there are dogs and pigs, the one where people go to play cards, one where there are all kinds strange.
- the secretary of the Faculty of Education and all the times I thought, now I a massacre.
- all those that I have not named, but who have shared with me a part of this journey.
(C)
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