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.