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The company

One day he brought to the office because Alexander is warned by the headmaster. He used foul language towards a colleague of mine that passed the hall during the interval. She has turned a deaf ear. later told me that now we had got used to it. I did not let it pass, and I wanted him to do so but also the Headmaster was not. Do not we all speak the same language in my school. In

presidency Alexander explains that companies behave in a certain way and not say certain things.

Society! P Irchi c'accattammu insiemula " (in Italian society, why we bought together?") answered Alessandro.

The concept of society was not clear to the pupil. He was said. Now, Alexander knows the two meanings of the word "society." But as my colleague has started the magazine to appeal in the same way.

I believe that disciplinary action would be more effective than a lesson in semantics.

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The ant and the grasshopper


" last summer happy for the cricket that you enjoyed the sun on the leaves of the trees and sang, sang, sang. It was cold and the grasshopper-sighted, found himself without shelter and without food.
He remembered that the ant had accumulated throughout the summer feature in its warm little house under the ground. He went to knock on the door of the ant.
The ant came to the door holding an old oil lamp.
- What do you want? - Asked by air in disgust.
- I'm cold, I'm hungry ... .- stammered the cicada. Behind her you could see the snow-covered countryside. The hat of the cicada and the violin were full of snow.
- Really? - Muttered the ant - I have worked all summer to collect food for the winter. You what you did in those sunny days?
- I sang!
- You sang? - Well ... now dance! The ant
closed the door and returned to the warmth of his house, while the cicada, and the violin with his hat covered with snow, she walked away, low-wing, in the countryside . "

few months ago I read in class this fable by Jean de La Fontaine. The subject of the story is the industriousness of the ant and the grasshopper unproductive idleness. The educational objective that I wanted to achieve was the understanding of a short text and its oral presentation and the training objective was intended to reflect on the life of a worker against the life of tissues and tronista.

At the end of the reading and explanation, as always, ask: "What do you think? "

" Good cicada, I eat roast "Joseph tells me while I look thrilled to be on my reading glasses. I found it hard to understand that he meant fish called cicada which is mixed in the basket raffled off each day between semi ambulant vendors, street vendors and "residential" market Vucciria.

At least the name Joseph cicada thought the fish, the other did not even know what it was. None up to their second medium had shown them a cicada. At least the ants they knew.

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School Timetable





I have always kept our promises, and then begin the adventure of the story of a school year at a middle school "located in the area at risk" in the center of Palermo.
And it starts with a good question: What does it mean area at risk? At the risk of what?
And the answer that I gave myself too surprised me.

teachers at risk. Not likely that the teachers but the kids are likely to have certain teachers.
Friday June 12 was the last day of class. Now school pupils are cut to the bone, present only the kids of the third to complete the exam preparation.
arrive at 9.40 am the head teacher who, hearing noise schoolchildren , Went to the "autonomous zone" (former housing in a princely palace servants) to see what happens. Find a third of the boys happy and carefree stories of their loves. Even the shadow of a teacher up to 9.50. At that time appears in the hallway a teacher who comes to greet the headmaster and pupils immediately triggered the question: "Guys who do you have?". "You", they respond in chorus. And the president, he insisted: "But as the last day of class she does not know its time?". He continues: "Good job" and go away without batting an eyelash .
This is not an isolated case. On June 5, 2008 a colleague told me: "Do you think I've figured out how to work the schedule this year?". Two considerations
I of engaging :

1. It is unthinkable that a worker does not know the place and time of his work.
2. You can arrive late, we're men. But sometimes, I know, two or three times a year. Every Friday seems to me too.

A nice problem to the school year: A teacher works 18 hours per week. Every week for 33 times (there are many weeks of school) in a school year delayed 20 minutes. How many hours to recover to earn an honest salary? And since you'll always look around the other side of the coin and read: "How many vacation days more than the others you work so late?". And say that the age of technology would be enough to set the agenda for your mobile to find out in "real time" at what time and what place recarsi.Io that with technology are a bit ' denied and annoys me a lot to read the instructions phone to find out how to set the agenda, do so. Every year I buy a journal, such as those school pupils in first grade (sorry, Primary School) on the back cover and stick a prospectus with the 'time written in pencil. Then, not satisfied yet, the same time schedule, also written in pencil, put it under the glass top of my desk so I could see every night and every morning. So never wrong, and not because are good but because arretrato.E are technologically more. A number plate is moving at Palermo. So one day I go into the car and one day I take the bus. With the use car half hours of traffic to get to school and get off home at 7.45. With the bus I never know what time I arrive. So I get off from home at 7.30. Every morning at 8.00/8.10 am at school. With a bit ' of good will can arrive on time every day. The unexpected, just because unexpected happens "every blue moon." If it happens every week or every day is no longer imprevisto.Due simple steps that allow me to be punctual and precisely how to be a worker.

Dell ' time school I already written (it would be good to re-read) on 30 0 0 tt October 2008 in the diary entry.

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Tears in class

" The most beautiful seas

has not been crossed yet.

The most beautiful of our children

not grown up yet.

The most beautiful day of our

we have not seen yet.

And that

that vor rei tell you more beautiful

not tell you I have not said. "

This poem by Nazim Hikmet Giacoma to tears in class.
James has been promoted with a vote of the board because insufficient in some subjects. I gave the sufficiency only for those tears that have tended to My explanation for the attention of the entire class. The text has been memorized by all.
After the Easter holidays I started teaching the last unit that includes the study of poetry. We read in class several poems of several poets. The first was this full of melancholy, love and hope.
The class of which I speak is that I wrote a few months ago. Bunch of boys and girls in their school experience had learned only to messages with their mobile phones without being detected by the professors. No interest in school, no passion for any subject or discipline, no desire to learn anything. Two months ago this was the view of the Council on these class of students. Giacoma led the flag of arrogance. Hikmet has made her cry. The others listened carefully to this poem as the next.
For two months I basked with a simple question: What happened?
Perhaps nothing has happened or is it all happened. Nobody will ever know for sure. Through
posts that follow I will try to discuss the incident telling you this school year is closed. I wanted to start the tears of James because it is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my school since 2005, when I work on trying to teach Italian, history and geography.