And still can not get used to it.
Yesterday I phoned my professor of history and philosophy of the school, genius unforgotten and unforgettable.
He said that from now on, we would have data you: he Piero, I Giulia.
"Now we are the same," he said, ignoring the fact that they have thirty years of career as a professor and a culture of high school behind him monstrous, just three years of work and a working head myself.
Mysteries of graduation.
Yesterday I was myself, as if facing any university exam or job interview: friendly, smiling but never winking, sure of myself, talkative.
All in all, I can say that it worked: one hundred and ten cum laude.
And I still can not comprehend.
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