The impact was hard enough, the subjects were very heavy, even those made by some teachers.
For Computer Science, driving the field along with mathematics, we had a teacher quite incomprehensible: in the beginning seemed like a good teacher, only to prove one of the most slippery.
not started well in that matter, failing the first task.
was difficult to convince the teacher that that task was wrong was the exception, not the rule.
He put on his head that I was not enough and, even if subsequent written evidence to the contrary, he remained convinced that my good performances were the result of copying.
It took all year to convince him otherwise, to the sound of the votes.
The other was a tough professor of mathematics, the Piax.
with little hair, albino, bespectacled, lanky dry, was the terror of almost all pupils had as a teacher.
With him it was impossible to make any kind of relationship. He did not speak and did speak. He seemed frustrated that the classic type vent his uselessness on others.
could not explain, but simply to read his notes and dictations. If someone came up to ask for repetition because he did not understand, he re-read verbatim what he had said earlier, without adding or deepening each other.
With him even the easiest things became difficult.
I, who I used to always get good marks, if not excellent, I began to know the bitterness of the gaps, tapping the bottom right in Mathematics. I could not have become a nag all of a shot, but the votes were clear and I could not believe. And so, little by little, I lost confidence in myself and my character died a bit ', and even my personality began to suffer strokes, I lost my confidence, and I felt more and more small and frightened.
do not shine as in previous years, although I did not have serious deficiencies, except those already mentioned.
The inclusion in the school was harder than I imagined and I had already imagined enough before you start.
My life was changed dramatically in a short time and my solitude, if possible, increased.
I got all the home and school, with the alarm sounded early in the morning and then to study all day, until it was time to go to bed. This prevented me from attending those few friends I had left. I saw Maria Rosa and occasionally on Saturdays, but not all, Saimon, with whom I went to go for a walk downtown. On Sundays and closed on me still studying, at least nine times out of ten.
The memory of beautiful year spent in the second, tormented me, and many times I was tempted to give up and go back from where I had come.
The first quarter ended with some errors.
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