Emotions denied ... a teacher
A deep nostalgia comes over me, here in full summer heat. Nostalgia for a late August, has become the catchphrase of the summer for years: teach this year? seats available? What will be my home school?
What I'd give to relive those emotions I felt in those days, knowing at the end of the usual humiliation, dismissal, June 30. A ritual, taking in September, dismissed in June. Even in insecurity, humiliation, you can pick up strong emotions. Nostalgia for a time by an emotion stolen. The immediate
eve anxiously waiting for the approach of that moment, to call for the usual annual charge.
regret that state of agitation and anxiety that my heart felt before dell'agognato moment: the day of convocation.
always left home in plenty of advance, to avoid any delay from the time set.
It was a beautiful moment, in front all'androne, meet again with former colleagues who share the same emotions and the same anxieties. Pass the time talking about the availability of waiting, the preferred location. Were talking, of course, at least fifty of this uncertainty, the stabilization always promise and promptly rejected. The insults and humiliations that we were forced to endure each year.
We then come to the climax. Reply to the invitation, I walked slowly towards the fearful leader. You sit down, take note of availability, reflect a moment and then agree to the site. A sheet of paper away, tottering towards the exit, a quick comment with your colleagues still on hold. Greetings, wishes of luck and see you next year.
Corsa anxious to know the new location.
And now even more the opportunity to live those moments, even if precariously, but so exciting. ... Someone has broken this moment, this dream has finally dispelled, denied this emotion. Luigi D'Onofrio
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