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As usual, I spent a period in which disarray was the only post videos of youtube: easy and undemanding. If not, I call to rewrite now (here they are the first symptoms of illiteracy), perhaps only spent New Year's Day will speak to numbers and all the words in my vocabulary will be converted into binary code. So
will face the hard task of making a super-brief, focused type of tomato paste in a tube, of what has happened to me over the last two to three months.
I was just wondering, who will never be the unfortunate reader of these pages: Why write?
I mean, why not take your fucking journal full of blank pages and not the filling of confessions dangerous and exciting revelations?
1.Do not feel like it (enough but not too much)
2.The close readers of this blog will know whether I'm still with my head or talk too much in terms of applications, vector spaces, isomorphisms. Back from a week

compitininonstop, the previous holidays. Reduce and bruised.
Monday: arithmetic task. On the white paper talked about "order", "permutation" "Splitting field", "minimal polynomial", "factorization" ... strangely the isomorphisms that our teachers / researchers have talked for a whole semester had mysteriously disappeared. Why?! Why ?!?!?! Just when I began to understand something!
For months every time in the classroom was given a word ending in-morphism (homomorphism, automorphism, endomorphism, isomorphism .... endlessly) went down a stony silence and fool turns whispering to his companion: "I I thought that omomorismi group had a serious sexual bias "and a few rows later someone made indecent proposals to classmate:" There is a group bell'isomorfismo? ". Applicazioni, semplici applicazioni: frecce che partono da una parte e arrivano in destinazioni misteriose; alcune scendono, sbandano, risalgono, scompaiono, si uniscono, diventano iniettive, suriettive e bigettive.
Com'è andato questo compitino di aritmetica? No comment.

Martedì: compito di geometria analitica. Parto motivata...troppo motivata per poi ritrovarmi con un 6/30.
Mercoledì: compito di analisi. Parto demotivata...troppo demotivata e giustamente mi ritrovo con un 6/30.
Consolatevi, voi che mi avete visto ai tempi d'oro del liceo tornare vittoriosa al banco con i nove a greco e a latino, con i dieci a inglese (mai meritati!), con la Gatti che loda l'ultimo compito di matematica della "Sulard.
"But deep down you know, the ones that come with a 100 then you lose the maturity and become failures, because they have a purpose." and this is the common opinion of mothers with permanent professors turning in the ass. Lately, that's how I see it: with a bright sticker on the forehead that reads "FAILED" in large letters, carrying out the tasks of my future students: yes, professor of mathematics in life, frustrated, and failed, still commuting, but this Once on the Florence-Empoli. Aaaaah! Wake up Isabella was just a nightmare. Are you still in train and the train stopped. Here, as usual, he stopped near Pisa on one side fields, on the other wall, alto, quasi nero, che nasconde tutto. Tutti i pendolari Firenze-Empoli-Pisa vorrebbero sapere cosa c'è aldilà del muro.
Cosa c'è aldilà del muro, mi chiedo tutte le mattine. E perché i tordi che stanno sui pini vicino alla stazione urlano alle 7 di mattina come alle 9 di sera? E perché fra un razzo e una razza può sbocciare l'amore? Forse perché sono isomorfi per il teorema cinese del resto? Perché continuo a sognare di essere fattorizzata in polinomi irriducibili: il mio braccio è un h(x), il naso p(x), le gambe sono (f(x))^2, l'occhio è un q(x) di terzo grado? Perché non si può ridurre ogni singola relazione umana in una funzione, in un'applicazione lineare, che alle volte può felicemente essere bigettiva e monotòna crescente?

Ultimamente ho iniziato alcuni sondaggi:
Quante persone fanno matematica perché vogliono fare matematica?
Ora, su un campione ancora limitato (vedrò di proseguire con l'inchiesta) un 50% risulta frequentare matematica per matematica o perché escludendole tutte le altre facoltà restava solo matematica.
Un altro 50%, frequenta matematica "per sbaglio" (insomma, bisogna proprio essere coglioni per farlo!): c'è chi voleva fare agraria, indirizzo piante tropicali (meglio farsi poche domande e soprattutto non chiedere il perché), c'è chi ha deciso che "da grande farò il barbone, mamma" or the "degree in mathematics in life, there is math for those who enter a bank and earn money and then the rest do what the hell he likes most, there are those who joined for a bet was made in influence of alcohol (legends? who knows!), there are those who wanted to do art history, biology, architecture, philosophy ... and so on and so forth. Basically, the survey found that are in good company and we do the math laughs when talking with friends of the future.
We also say that the top of this 50%, 50% are the mascot adrift.
"Commuter?"
"Yes"
"Ah ... hard work eh? E. .. from where?"
"Florence"
"Eh!!! Ma perché? Cioè, voglio dire, ma c'è matematica a Firenze?"
"Sì (mica siamo il terzo mondo!)"
"Ah...ma chi te lo fa fare?!"
"Boh"
"...Interessante la lezione di oggi sugl'integrali..."
"mmmm...si, non è che ne sappia molto,...sai,... noi del classico..."
"Hai fatto il classico??? Vieni da Firenze a Pisa in treno per fare MATEMATICA???"
Ecco, più o meno si svolgono così le mie presentazioni nel magico mondo dei matematici!

Qualche mese fa mi disperavo nel mio banchino senza capire nulla e chiedendomi se era giusto che io mi trovassi lì. Ora continuo a farlo, ma almeno sono in buona compagnia:
Among jugglers who draw cartoons, rasta of matter we know by heart the names of the muses, professional mathematicians, trudging normality and are afraid of being thrown out if they do not maintain the normal average high, players frenzied fans of magic, that little toads keep holy glued on calculators, frantic readers of good literature, we are ... a sort of circus daring where you can also find the tattooed woman, the man foldable for the bearded lady, the magician, the clown (although I have that crazy juggler, magician and clown can be summed up in one person, Matthew), tigers and lions, there's even a young padawan star wars!
I urge all to come and have a few laughs at math!
The circus is now at rest, however. Pisa will deserted until February.
I stopped taking the train, at last, and yet, when I close my eyes and feel asleep "tudumtudum tudumtudum tudumtudum" and start again to swing on a train whose destination is known: I only see the rails and everything around is white fog , so that looks like a white sheet of paper waiting to be written: New year, new stories, new destinations.

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... Waiting for Obama ...

Eager to know what the outcome of U.S. elections. I only hope my father will not spend the night in a white four years ago in front of the TV where many small blue and red columns mysteriously overturned expectations ...
the enigmatic results of democracy ...

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Mary Star Gelmini students

Dear students, I have been the time to explain something that we could not do without it as well.

under the auspices of the Prodi government, which seemed to me that if it lasted less was better, the squola was reformed bad. But we are working to do much better. I will never forget the lesson I learned that my teacher only: "Mariastella, who acts as if it is accompanied evil." So I say to you challenged as well, but not hours of lezzione. Challenged at home, which was challenged in the lunch-break, but to grips with who he olate your stuff.

As the priest said Lombard, Don Milan, although I say "the kernel". Together we can make a reform from the Alps to Semiramide, eggplants from the train. Communicate this to staff decent: I'm not Attila, the brother of God I'm just looking for how modern the country according to the three I: Internet, English, and I have taken the bilitazione Reggio Calabria.

Sincerely, Mary Star

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(found on http://precariliguria.blog.kataweb.it/2008/10/24/mariastella-gelmini-scrive-agli-studenti-satirico/ )

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Isa is set to the new world of mathematics.
7:27 Firenze SMN train to Pisa Centrale. With me hop on the train teachers who are teaching in the ITI Empoli. Commenting on the latest releases of "Knight", "and you How do you go to Rome on 30?", "But you know that if I ask my students if they lay me say," For God's sake NO! ".
I'm interested in uplifting readings, in the true sense of the word given the weight of Foster Wallace's novels, and sometimes I fall asleep uncontrollably, his mouth open and little trickle of drool.
8:30 arrival in the foggy train station in Pisa. Recovery of the old mountain bike that I used in junior high and like a clown on a monocilo too small for his legs were too long and her shoes are too big through the center of Pisa, Italy during the half-bridge-town narrow-off village.
arrived in front of the polo Fibonacci, an old door and Fabbricone full of tubes, I smile in front of a banner No ^ 133 "133 is the most irrational of √ 2, hanging from the windows of the department of mathematics.
9:15 start lessons. Momentary abbiocco post-train. Momentary motivation to follow the lesson. Cosmic misunderstanding followed by depression. Nirvana. Touched by the light of lemma-not-know-what smile Boeotian. Reach the conclusion that math for me. I begin to passionately follow the hours after accidentally analytic geometry. Misunderstanding the cosmic second depression followed by exponential growth. TOP FIVE

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prof. Acquistapace that manifest in Rome even if you do not strike the university (which is 14, I still have not figured out why!)
The courtroom occupied the first floor where you give the repetition of Mathematics
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The struggle continues between physicists and mathematicians
The arithmetic teacher and her hairstyle to Marx

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"... beat them and beat them even those teachers who foment" 2 +2 = 1



" We must stop them, even terrorism left the universities' - INTERVIEW
(October 23, 2008 ) - Source: Daily / Rest / Country - Andrea Cangini - added 23 October 2008 by staff

ROME - President Cossiga, think that `s threatening use of force against students Berlusconi Public exaggerated?
"That depends, if it considers` d be the prime minister of a strong state, no, he did very well. But as the `Italy is a weak state, and opposition is not all` c `is the granite but the Communist Party` vanishing Democratic Party, I fear that words will not follow the facts and then make a fool of Berlusconi. "
What facts should follow?
"Maroni should do what I did when I was' minister of the interior."
That?
"First, Forget high school students, why do you think about what would happen if a child killed or seriously injured remained ...».
The university instead?
"Leave it. Withdraw the police from the streets and universities, infiltrate the movement with provoking agents ready for anything, and leave it for ten days or so demonstrators devastate shops, set fire to the machines and put the city on fire. "
After that?
"After that, the strong popular support, the sound of ambulance sirens must be higher than that of police and police cars."
In the sense that ...
"In the sense that forces of the order should not have pity and send them all to hospital. Do not stop, so that then the judges would call them now at liberty, but also those teachers beat them and beat them stir. "
Even the teachers?
"Especially the teachers."
President, his is a paradox, no?
I'm not saying the elderly, of course, but the teachers so girls. He realizes the seriousness of what's going on? There are teachers indoctrinating children and bring them to the streets: a criminal behavior. "
And she is aware of what they would say in Europe after a treatment like that?
"In Italy back fascism ' would say.
"Balle, this is the recipe for democracy: first extinguish the flames were blazing the` fire '.
What fire?
"I am not exaggerating, I really think that terrorism will return to the bloody streets of this country. And I would not want you to forget that the Red Brigades were not born in the factories but in the universities. And the slogans they used them had used them before the student movement and the trade union left. "
It is therefore possible that history will repeat itself?
"It is not possible, it is likely. To this I say: Do not forget that the Red Brigades were born because the fire was not extinguished in time. "

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first hour Elements of mathematical analysis. Second analytic geometry. Third and fourth Physics. No, I would say that this is not the most unrealistic time Cinema and Theatre Music, whose students lured by the symbol CMT youth must attend courses such as music history, history of television and radio, film history. To think that the closer "difficult" is Italian Literature!
I left the cinema Lumiere and his environment as that of the soft light bulbs woltaggio that will link the brains of students of CMT, former patrons of the former master,-nothing cock, girls who give off flashes of rhinestones and lipgloss, incomprehensible anti-social misfits.
After a week of mystical crisis while depressed me in front of a lesson on how to paraphrase the divine comedy, held by a professor with the stoned face and the voice of Professor Trelawney in Harry Potter, I decided I could not go on like this.
As Monty Python would say in their own film: "E. .. now for something completely different."
I considered all I had except medicine and law, was passed by economics and development economics with the feeling that everything was either too much or too venal fancazzista, I considered the possibility of making the unemployed life with art history, I had attended Movies and Music Theatre with the feeling of having wasted a week of my life, I assessed the nice time in philosophy and mathematics then ...!! Why not??
So I attended the first week and encouraged by those who would say "better not to understand anything that they have nothing to understand" I made a transition to the bold course. The secretary looked at my card on the computer "So ... yes, you're IS, recorded in the Cinema and Theatre Music and want to make the move to mathematics ... (curious tendency hallucinated face), wait just a moment that the system is slow. "
The coordinator of the Faculty of Mathematical, Physical and Natural Sciences after giving me all the information possible kindly looked at me with a motherly smile and said "good luck". So I'll have me "as a bunch, but still better than continuing to attend classes from high school in a faculty of letters now degraded.
So I found myself in a fourth dimension, surrounded by normality which are wrought to the sound of matrices, axioms and algorithms, with a girl who wears proudly on his neck a tattoo that says E = mc ^ 2, to take courses whose subject I still obscure (But what the hell speaks analytical geometry !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!).
At least it is an environment "challenging". I discover things like 2 +2 = 1. Yes, I must admit that I when I found out I almost fainting but apparently this can happen in Z3 and more.
It is with great pride that now when people meet me on the street and asks, "So what do you do in college?" I say, "Well ... I was enrolled in Humanities (omitting the fact that the course was Cinema Music and Theatre), but now I do math." The more they drop the jaw and open their eyes, then over the shock I say "Good Luck" with a look that sottointende: "I want to see if you're smiling so after the first exam."
The mother saw her daughter for a future call center has temporarily subsided. It was a brief moment, too short. If before I had a future as a call center now I have a future as a math teacher in a iti Empoli (without neglecting the even more offensive "housewife with thirteen children in Abruzzo" exact words of Mother Cioni). I had never smelled so close to the stench of the crisis. Crisis, because we know how to pay for college with the 133 and there will be a lot of sacrifices, crisis, because even if I continue to attend math to find a satisfying job I have to go to another country, crisis, because I'm afraid that will not be enough to get off square, block stations, occupying buildings, make physics lessons under the tower of Pisa, crisis, because I do not know if they are still passionate about something, crisis, because I wanted to study art and mathematics (which opens many doors for charity but a pi is not as beautiful as a Caravaggio), crises, because I have a mother who tells me that I do not even know what feminism, which are not determined, which are not substantiated, that maybe one time I was a scholar just because I did not know how use my time and now they have better things to do, crisis because sometimes I do not know if what I hear is me (Pirandello reminiscence ...).
When I feel my life is like a Rubik's cube, the cube colorful 3x3 that standard is passed from hand to hand in class to solve it in less than a minute (and friends who do not attend the Normal link below and tested on a 2x2 cube). There are 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 possible combinations and only one is right. Just a simple algorithm to solve it and I do not know if you can even use it for my life.

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Yes: after becoming a topic of conversation ("So he decided to Isabella?" "But what will the Isabella?" "But why do you think Isabella is making the rounds of all the courses of the pole ? "), after it became an example to follow ("... and I do not recommend children do not like Isabella out of high school!" "Decide you back do not like Isabella!"), after was because of a bet between friends and parents of friends ("I bet you enroll in bed!" "I bet Economics "" Focus on Mathematics I "" I bet he goes to Siena !")... I REGISTERED!
am enrolled in the course of Cinema Music and Theatre Arts Faculty of Pisa. Perhaps there is no reason to be excited about this choice, because choice is a tough and difficult, talking in realistic terms of employment. Some good-natured I already made a prophecy: "You know, I had a friend who has moved out of maturity with 100 and enrolled in the course Cinema and Theatre Music. Now working in a call center.. "Answer:" Realistically, I know there is this possibility. Optimistically, I'll see what I'm capable of! "
So, after seeing the courses economics, development economics, after discovering that a family is a COMPANY OF DELIVERY (shock!), after assessing the power of mathematics as a solution, after trying a stupid test of Languages \u200b\u200bCultures and Markets' Asia, after having traveled all the universities in the region (and not only!), I made my choice that can not be considered to be neither right nor wrong. I must work to appear at the end as the right one.
started my freshman year of college in the cinema of Lumière Pisa.

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"So, what do you do, Isabel?"
First, I hate it when someone calls me with full name, no abbreviations in isi, isis, isa, or distort the classic isabrutta. If I am called "Isabella" means that you want to start a serious conversation, as an adult to adult.
"So, what do you do, Isabel?"
Second, I hate it when he does not expect an answer, because the only way you asked the question, his intonation, gaze with which it is delivered, they shall have one before you open your mouth.
"So, what do you do, Isabel?"
Third: I hate people who want to get information about my future, because when I was very dark.
"You're late, isabella, time is running out"
has begun the countdown, we accept bets on where enroll "Isabella".
I warn you it will be a surprise for me.

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is the caste. Ignorant to the right point while talking to his team as a coach ... it seems to Claudio whole life in front ...
we should run away from this beautiful country!

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I am back after a long silence preceded by a period of only post videos with youtube ... desolation.
have begun Amazing Adventures of Isabella university in the world!
Adventure # 1
Discussed in Normal.
Already during the first written test (they were tre) di latino mi chiedevo che diavolo ci facessi io lì: catapultata in un mondo di gentili secchioni, accompagnati da "mami e papi", con la faccia spaventata dietro gli occhiali spessi e la schiena ricurva sotto il peso di tre dizionari tre nello zaino. Dove, comunque, sono sicura che non hanno trovato neppure una "frase fatta" della "fantasvolante" (e pago i diritti d'autore per l'uso di questo neologismo a chi di dovere) versione che le vecchie tartarughe normaliste hanno probabilmente trovato in un polveroso scaffale dimenticato in qualche corridoio buio della biblioteca della Normale: avete mai sentito parlare voi, comuni mortali, dello Pseudo-Sallustio??? Lo Pseudo-Sallustio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Io no. Ma può essere un'esperienza tradurre lo Pseudo-Sallustio, non tutti possono vantarsi di averlo fatto.
Alla seconda prova (quella di Italiano) la percentuale dei partecipanti "aNormali", genere "non ho una vita sociale e trovo che lo Pseudo-Sallustio sia arte" era nettamente inferiore...grazie al cielo!
Ma i vecchi tartarugoni seduti dietro le loro cattedre polverose avevano già tramato alle spalle degli sprovveduti studenti: Dante, Guicciardini e...LIBERO ALTOMARE!!!, un nome un programma! Commento della poesia Sinfonia luminosa dalla raccolta Procellarie di un poeta futurista che dopo non ha più scritto niente, a parte un libro di memorie su Filippo Tommaso Marinetti. Non mi si venga a dire che il suo era un nome d'arte... speaker and was a name I should have known right away. The fact is that I found myself immediately "Altomare."
Go ask a person on the street who had no Libero Altomare ... and I say no one can answer, but this may be predictable. Go and ask a scholar of the future ... you look surprised, raise your eyes to the sky to look for an answer and then you remember a name in a footnote on page.
"I've seen things you humans can not even imagine, small normal growing illegible writing pages full of runes, I have translated texts that you humans do not translate anything, and I agree with you on the uselessness of it, a mysterious text a great teacher, Pseudo-Sallust I read (analyzed, commented and annotated) poems to hurt you even read, Symphony of Light ALTOMARE FREE! "
Finally the last test, that of art history, more pleasant and more workable. I have written inspired by six sheets almost full protocol, refer back to the Pseudo-FREE and Sallustio ALTOMAREtrepuntiesclamativi, but not enough to make me join the club of small normalist, alas. Some say that it is better that way, perhaps to console me. There who does not believe it yet. There are those who remain silent, but I would like to ask "what now?". And now what the fuck I do. Where the hell do I sign up? Shit!

I dedicate this post to those who are like me in a big wreck pre-university, who came to 135esimo medicine when there are 120 seats and is hoping for a repechage, who own a medicine which has the hope, however, "you know medicine saves from the sidewalk," letters to those who will do whatever it costs, and address Stoic resignation with a future as unemployed, those who do not want to know why so much maturity of the vote is useless and then we might as well take a course for bartenders, who fled abroad and is still worse, those who have fled to 'Foreign and because it is better to want to return, but will not do, who wanted to do law and then found himself in letters to those who wanted to do philosophy, but finds himself in law to make happy family, who has traveled all the universities and has not yet been found, those who wanted to study Italian for the école du commerce despite having a dream Gypsy, who finds himself studying Osmannoro offlimit because the center is for the student, for tourist only, who are fed up of being always behind the recommendations, who has yet to choose and did not even a test of "self", who has 30 without effort and instead wants him to put the effort in who finds himself with all young professors and precarious, a political scientist who wants to do even if the policy is dead, those who want to save money because it attempts to understand something of the world, who wants to do just to earn money, to whom the money is not Nor has it for college and then work just as well, who came out with a degree and working in a call center, who is afraid of what awaits us here in Italy, who is still willing to fight and will look for a cause, who is still small and does not understand, who now is old and does not understand the same to me because I expect a tough choice.