I went to high school with the belief that I would have made to get votes and come out with very high percent. With the highest votes as had always been for all other tests that I had sustained. Then my idea was changed little by little knowledge of the environment and the teachers. I went in the end, convincing myself that those votes were not true. They were just simple numerini rappressentavano not really the person. Useful numbers to a school that was an end in itself and not to life. And so 'As I left my project Appietto, with attached ire of my mother, my uncle and some of my prof. Now that I finally finished my high school course, as I have a different vision. Perhaps they are matured. Perhaps it is simply true that have not always been just a seven becoming a miserable enough in certain areas. Perhaps in the end, it is not true that the vote of maturity does not represent you, does not indicate what you are. My shows me. What I did and I did not. The vote of my friends is themselves and what they have been for five years. Now that I left a few hours though, this vortex "maturandesco" I can see it with different eyes. It is not so 'tragic as it seemed: it is a mere repetition of what you did during the year. If you know, if you do not know your business. I am not seeking justification or personal resentments toward my prof or against the commission outside. It could have been better, could do more ', could be different. I can still cry now. Now I have three months of vacation to think about my mom, to find a job, to take away the pallor of the skin, to think if what awaits me in October is actually read or not. If you are willing to accept the challenge with all its attached or not. If you are not willing to listen to the masses and do my own thing. Whatever you choose 'I want something that will finally be different. This mediocrity 'and fake "Che Guevara". Music changes and air. I moved to Milan for a few days at my uncle's house. I also want more conscious districts' treasures of the city that seems so 'far from the Brianza and that instead there is just' one step away. Today as I waited for my uncle I observed the plant. Tomorrow I see what awaits me. I took books that I loved in the past five years and notes from my room. They are already 'all in the car. Tomorrow, the detour to LIBRACCIO of Via Corsica is particularly close. But, apparently, are gained. Gia ', the day so far, what I wanted and did not want to arrive, arrived in the end and even if they have already gone. Now I have a little 'fear of the future. I know what I'll miss: The beautiful part of the school: the companions, the cards, without the bullshit together. This'. Now me and the world face to face. Let's see how I can beat me and hurt me.
