Four Steps ... by Ben - Twenty bet there My life was about to change radically.
The summer that followed the end of the second accounting was a kind of waiting for my future.
Soon everything would change: friendships, studies, and habits, in a sense, the character.
That summer I had to study for the exam in German for three years to gain access to the programmers. I did not really want to study in the summer, I had never happened to me and was a real novelty. I had made arrangements with the teacher I had in second languages \u200b\u200band in some hot July afternoon I went to his house to study that part of the program that I should know to pass the exam.
beginning of August I went camping in Torre del Lago, from my aunt.
Even my brother was in that camp, but with his friends. He had finished his studies, gave the final exams and was now given a deserved rest going to the beach with friends.
I did not have much contact with that group, in fact, I tried to stay away as much as possible, because my brother Mauro liked to have maximum freedom of action.
The age difference was that between us was not much, but at the time seemed a long way.
My days were all the same: In the morning I went to the beach, sunbathe, I walk along the shore and I was bathing. Sometimes, someone in the group of Mauro, told me to go play with the ball in the water with them, but I always refused, and after a while 'no one asked me any more.
the afternoon, after a short nap, I returned for a few hours on the beach, but it was great fun, the sea alone, without friends, was a real bore.
In the evening I left the campsite to go to the movies, but I often would just walk up to the time of return.
hoped to return and find his aunt and uncle in bed, so I should not say anything about what I did, because according to them the sea was a fun guy to strength, meeting people in any way, get out and meet girls. And all this I could not.
I had the character to get to a place and say "Hello, my name is Robert, are you?"
I did not know "button attack" and therefore had a hard time meeting people. So I stayed on the sidelines, alone.
not lasted long before the holidays, fortunately. I stayed at the campsite for a few days I think one week. Then, with the excuse that I had to study German, I went home.
The wait for the start of the school was becoming more pressing.
Maybe I had that choice taken too seriously, perhaps feeling the weight of responsibility to succeed in every way to avoid making fool. I could not bear the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to go back to school in Pistoia in front of the first difficulty, as had already happened to some of Pistoia. I knew that this type of study would be hard, and so on the first day of school approached, the desire not to go to Florence was always stronger.
was examining German made me recover from that torpor. We were having a few students to support, seven, eight at most. I passed all. There was a list, not a vote. In the list of results was written simply "passed the test."
Speaking to those fellow sufferers, I realized that, in addition to those that look back, there were also many who came forward. The sections of this course was increased from one to four within two years, so many students were trying to take that road.
Until that moment I saw it on the side of the difficulties I might encounter.
Now I could see from the point of view of those who have the enthusiasm to go all out to keep going.
I returned home, hoping to find some companions in the third I had known during the examination.
By now I was full. I found the stimuli, the desire to do good and make me submit. My inner strength, once again I had betrayed him, and gave me the kick at the right time.
I threw myself behind the good memories of the second accounting and threw myself headlong in to this new adventure.