Naufragio universitario 
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.
