Pastor Thank You Note

The poem "MALDILUNA" Gezim Hajdari ... you never read anything as terribly nice?

Gezim Hajdari

"MALDILUNA"

"I, Gezim Hajdari
(creating flickering shadows of night, wandering
curse of the sacred houses),
confess before the gods, the temples and
oblivion.
confess in front of the abandoned fields
homeland and to the fires of Hell:
mask are of my mask,
and what I have written are lies,

it was not me but a worthless delusional
locked in a room clear.
excommunicated and I swear my
verses cursed wherever they are and ask forgiveness
patients for deceiving her readers

with my mud.

May they all fall the lightning of heaven
wrath of the demons on you,
Cerberus can judge your soul in the flames of darkness
merciless.
You have lost our confidence in the swamps
winter wander your shadow
orphan as an evil spirit,
you can not ever find peace on earth among men!
rain fall, snow and mud from the top,
icy winds blowing on your Word,
rivers blacks erase your name.
With dust and stones will cover your tracks
step by step and you will be condemned to oblivion
from your race! O

seasons with fake flowers and gorse bushes in the scent of violets in the spring

where the bird joyfully follows the cuckoo
rose hips, petals of poppies

fallen in the land of the crime,
paths with whistles of vipers. O
years lost in the ruins of blackbirds and owls,
labyrinths obscure and terrible wrong
where I like a monaco
sad for all this time,
in the name of the Father who has not ever made man. O happy days

consumed in vain (in a country castrated)
throwing stones against the
and writing with the tip of the knife on my flesh
songs of love and sorrow. O
vortices
beautiful dreams that continue to kill poets ungrateful
without a war, nor a drop of blood. I
, shadow of my shadow,
exiled to another world
exile
swear and spit in the face of God hypocritical and cruel,
I loved only my terror and not the hand of man.

But you, my old woman,
continue to love me as always,
appoint my name like you did every night
in the small, damp country cottage
and do not listen to what I write.
dismay and my brain,
poisoned my thoughts, and if in a dawn
hanged me,
to be a virgin whore
for a poet's life has little worth
is death.
I decided to sell off this life
in exchange for a bleak poem
but you, your grace
favorite son who loved the trees
close to each other.
will return my name
and knock on your door every dusk
like a bird seeking shelter from the rain, a fragile lover
sorry. Both chastened

your damn word throughout the land of the living
and is prevented from taking root gall thy seed
in the land of Adam,
repented of sin and horrible
that the merciful God forgive you!

have always lived in the midst of my fellow
lonely and alien to them, fascinated by my folly

and the tender eyes of birds,
celebrating my ashes dark
and clear in the light of a moon frightened
witnessed atrocious crimes.
As a murderess on the run,
through regions of snow,
claimed in full voice in the silence and blind macabre
my power. Laugh you
Valley,
and hide my panic, you
Arise,
hill and cover my fear, you
sprouts, season
funeral and destroy my dreams come true visionaries. By Robin
backyard
that pursues me in the glow of the ice divide

torment in this fall pale. No one believes
to my joy,
day for me are the heavens closed
stones and nights of orgies havens.
The first I knew in childhood
were hawks in my hill
fed the meadow larks
and I basked in the tears of the victims,
put crowns on the head with broom
and spent before the battle of the predators as a king
winner.
who cheered with me was not a coward,
this is me,
I loved the smiling faces of the tyrants
first and I hated to love. Advanced

cruel bite my loves my flesh innocent
stoned with stones
my brown eyes burned my anguish,
be appeased until my moans
your will be done and evil. What are you waiting
,
inchiodatemi with my words unto blood

flagellatemi body with my verses, my heart
hanged from the branches red

before I crow crows
enter into your veins with your blood
drinking impure monster
to rise.

Oh, unspeakable things and listen
blasphemous stars on this night of cold,
while singing the first cock turned to East
die away from your dark earth,
destroyed by the immense pain of exile,
deadly thorns grow from your ashes.

I am a stranger in passing, I regret nothing
of your reign of destruction, I claim
another destiny. I know

unfaithful secrets of life as the weapon his crime, there is no poison
calm my madness
donatami
from the Father before I became

son of cannibals in the desert promised.

Stabbed by the faithful in a night of fellowship

and betrayal,
show people my wound that bleeds:
wanted to wish the mystery.

From the day I lost Atlantis,
erro aimlessly in the streets and fields
obsession with my hands and
maldiluna,
burning
alphabets
eros,
goodbyes.
oblivion of time, save me.
So what do I ask my God
and grace to anyone, I
goat farmer,
former resident of Agricultural Cooperatives of darkness and thunder,
that once ran behind the seasons and the shadows, not
Obey your disorder, the burning

well-being and these verses as punishment of the Lord .

(from Selected Poems, from 1990 to 2007, published by Lit, 2008)

Pastor Thank You Note

The poem "MALDILUNA" Gezim Hajdari ... you never read anything as terribly nice?

Gezim Hajdari

"MALDILUNA"

"I, Gezim Hajdari
(creating flickering shadows of night, wandering
curse of the sacred houses),
confess before the gods, the temples and
oblivion.
confess in front of the abandoned fields
homeland and to the fires of Hell:
mask are of my mask,
and what I have written are lies,

it was not me but a worthless delusional
locked in a room clear.
excommunicated and I swear my
verses cursed wherever they are and ask forgiveness
patients for deceiving her readers

with my mud.

May they all fall the lightning of heaven
wrath of the demons on you,
Cerberus can judge your soul in the flames of darkness
merciless.
You have lost our confidence in the swamps
winter wander your shadow
orphan as an evil spirit,
you can not ever find peace on earth among men!
rain fall, snow and mud from the top,
icy winds blowing on your Word,
rivers blacks erase your name.
With dust and stones will cover your tracks
step by step and you will be condemned to oblivion
from your race! O

seasons with fake flowers and gorse bushes in the scent of violets in the spring

where the bird joyfully follows the cuckoo
rose hips, petals of poppies

fallen in the land of the crime,
paths with whistles of vipers. O
years lost in the ruins of blackbirds and owls,
labyrinths obscure and terrible wrong
where I like a monaco
sad for all this time,
in the name of the Father who has not ever made man. O happy days

consumed in vain (in a country castrated)
throwing stones against the
and writing with the tip of the knife on my flesh
songs of love and sorrow. O
vortices
beautiful dreams that continue to kill poets ungrateful
without a war, nor a drop of blood. I
, shadow of my shadow,
exiled to another world
exile
swear and spit in the face of God hypocritical and cruel,
I loved only my terror and not the hand of man.

But you, my old woman,
continue to love me as always,
appoint my name like you did every night
in the small, damp country cottage
and do not listen to what I write.
dismay and my brain,
poisoned my thoughts, and if in a dawn
hanged me,
to be a virgin whore
for a poet's life has little worth
is death.
I decided to sell off this life
in exchange for a bleak poem
but you, your grace
favorite son who loved the trees
close to each other.
will return my name
and knock on your door every dusk
like a bird seeking shelter from the rain, a fragile lover
sorry. Both chastened

your damn word throughout the land of the living
and is prevented from taking root gall thy seed
in the land of Adam,
repented of sin and horrible
that the merciful God forgive you!

have always lived in the midst of my fellow
lonely and alien to them, fascinated by my folly

and the tender eyes of birds,
celebrating my ashes dark
and clear in the light of a moon frightened
witnessed atrocious crimes.
As a murderess on the run,
through regions of snow,
claimed in full voice in the silence and blind macabre
my power. Laugh you
Valley,
and hide my panic, you
Arise,
hill and cover my fear, you
sprouts, season
funeral and destroy my dreams come true visionaries. By Robin
backyard
that pursues me in the glow of the ice divide

torment in this fall pale. No one believes
to my joy,
day for me are the heavens closed
stones and nights of orgies havens.
The first I knew in childhood
were hawks in my hill
fed the meadow larks
and I basked in the tears of the victims,
put crowns on the head with broom
and spent before the battle of the predators as a king
winner.
who cheered with me was not a coward,
this is me,
I loved the smiling faces of the tyrants
first and I hated to love. Advanced

cruel bite my loves my flesh innocent
stoned with stones
my brown eyes burned my anguish,
be appeased until my moans
your will be done and evil. What are you waiting
,
inchiodatemi with my words unto blood

flagellatemi body with my verses, my heart
hanged from the branches red

before I crow crows
enter into your veins with your blood
drinking impure monster
to rise.

Oh, unspeakable things and listen
blasphemous stars on this night of cold,
while singing the first cock turned to East
die away from your dark earth,
destroyed by the immense pain of exile,
deadly thorns grow from your ashes.

I am a stranger in passing, I regret nothing
of your reign of destruction, I claim
another destiny. I know

unfaithful secrets of life as the weapon his crime, there is no poison
calm my madness
donatami
from the Father before I became

son of cannibals in the desert promised.

Stabbed by the faithful in a night of fellowship

and betrayal,
show people my wound that bleeds:
wanted to wish the mystery.

From the day I lost Atlantis,
erro aimlessly in the streets and fields
obsession with my hands and
maldiluna,
burning
alphabets
eros,
goodbyes.
oblivion of time, save me.
So what do I ask my God
and grace to anyone, I
goat farmer,
former resident of Agricultural Cooperatives of darkness and thunder,
that once ran behind the seasons and the shadows, not
Obey your disorder, the burning

well-being and these verses as punishment of the Lord .

(from Selected Poems, from 1990 to 2007, published by Lit, 2008)

How To Break Into A Honeywell 2010 Safe

Tiber Island - Isola del Cinema - ISLE OF POETS!

"ISLAND POETS OF 2010" - "STARS AND DIVINE"
by Roberto Piperno and Francesco Farina

"Isola del Cinema" - ISLAND TIBERINA - ROME

LUNGOTEVERE OF Pierleoni
(Tiber Island
TO TIP DECK Garibaldi)

Thursday, July 15, 2010, AT 19.00

POETS READING
* Antonio Amendola, Cloris Brosch *, Alberto Gianquinto *, EMANUELE SGRILLETTI *, FRANCESCO
Dalessandro, Alicia CASTAGNA,
DOMINIC SACCO, PAUL Borz, LEONARDO
DUCCIO Morter, TATIANA Ciobanu

SERVICE PHOTO OF PAUL FORTY

* POETS FESTIVAL "MEDITERRANEAN 2010,
by Filippo Bettini REVIEW" ROMA HOME TOWN "

rosafrancefarina@fastwebnet.it
YOU ARE ALL INVITED!

How To Break Into A Honeywell 2010 Safe

Tiber Island - Isola del Cinema - ISLE OF POETS!

"ISLAND POETS OF 2010" - "STARS AND DIVINE"
by Roberto Piperno and Francesco Farina

"Isola del Cinema" - ISLAND TIBERINA - ROME

LUNGOTEVERE OF Pierleoni
(Tiber Island
TO TIP DECK Garibaldi)

Thursday, July 15, 2010, AT 19.00

POETS READING
* Antonio Amendola, Cloris Brosch *, Alberto Gianquinto *, EMANUELE SGRILLETTI *, FRANCESCO
Dalessandro, Alicia CASTAGNA,
DOMINIC SACCO, PAUL Borz, LEONARDO
DUCCIO Morter, TATIANA Ciobanu

SERVICE PHOTO OF PAUL FORTY

* POETS FESTIVAL "MEDITERRANEAN 2010,
by Filippo Bettini REVIEW" ROMA HOME TOWN "

rosafrancefarina@fastwebnet.it
YOU ARE ALL INVITED!

Citizen Bankmanchester Nh Routing #

Press Conference Reflections on school time to 36 hours

We wanted to make a few comments on the proposal received by the school for the reduction of hours to 36 hours of and offer food for thought.

He feels that " in that school that does not happen ", " in the school that works so " but we must bear in mind that every school takes action based on their own situations and thus are different from school to school . Surely
in Turin have not undertaken the reduction of school hours, but we are sure that the quality has remained unchanged?

Druento Here at the college professors opted for the choice to ensure a school of " quality to 36 hours rather than a " parking " to 40 hours. Surely you can keep the 40 hours but just as surely at the expense of something.
We should evaluate our reality without making comparisons with other schools but rather to inform us of what is there to make new proposals to improve our school Druento such as time off from school canteen instead of leaving children home on Friday afternoon or even consider the possibility of exploiting the many associations that are on our territory.
When talking with other parents of other municipalities should expand the discussion because maybe it turns out that in Turin the canteen is cheaper but they have cooked and will stop only if the discourse on the economic aspect that jumps out and is not immediately ready to complain that "works differently in Turin."

also would be nice if people came out individualism and expand their attention on others and assess the decision of whether to move from 40 hours to 36 hours, the needs of less fortunate people who can not keep children at home , because the goal is to bring the law school at 24 hours and slowly we get there.
Some parents also argued that we had only the master and we are left with no problems. We wonder, though, because giving up a school that has evolved in the past to return to school. Those of you who would give up welfare who now lives to return to life our parents were at one time? "


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Citizen Bankmanchester Nh Routing #

Press Conference Reflections on school time to 36 hours

We wanted to make a few comments on the proposal received by the school for the reduction of hours to 36 hours of and offer food for thought.

He feels that " in that school that does not happen ", " in the school that works so " but we must bear in mind that every school takes action based on their own situations and thus are different from school to school . Surely
in Turin have not undertaken the reduction of school hours, but we are sure that the quality has remained unchanged?

Druento Here at the college professors opted for the choice to ensure a school of " quality to 36 hours rather than a " parking " to 40 hours. Surely you can keep the 40 hours but just as surely at the expense of something.
We should evaluate our reality without making comparisons with other schools but rather to inform us of what is there to make new proposals to improve our school Druento such as time off from school canteen instead of leaving children home on Friday afternoon or even consider the possibility of exploiting the many associations that are on our territory.
When talking with other parents of other municipalities should expand the discussion because maybe it turns out that in Turin the canteen is cheaper but they have cooked and will stop only if the discourse on the economic aspect that jumps out and is not immediately ready to complain that "works differently in Turin."

also would be nice if people came out individualism and expand their attention on others and assess the decision of whether to move from 40 hours to 36 hours, the needs of less fortunate people who can not keep children at home , because the goal is to bring the law school at 24 hours and slowly we get there.
Some parents also argued that we had only the master and we are left with no problems. We wonder, though, because giving up a school that has evolved in the past to return to school. Those of you who would give up welfare who now lives to return to life our parents were at one time? "


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"IPERFETAZIONI" by Marco Palladino (ZONE PUBLISHING, 2009)

"Iperfetazioni" Mark Palladini, Editrice Zona, 2009.


The figure of irony, often pushed into the abyss slip of sarcasm (from which withdrawal is a difficult task, at least in rhetoric and poetry) in the structure and broad expanse of poetic prose (fiction or poetry: poems that are almost small lecture or apologies, or otherwise insults, real and Catilinarian their love), these texts Palladini of "Iperfetazioni" as subcontracts to understand definitions, development of constructions of words, phrases of LEGO, a patchwork of metaphors and allegories, in painful and dramatic soliloquy, from which the desperation ' author dodges an excess of modesty, to avoid staging their deepest feelings - as in Greek tragedy is avoided in the scene to show the corpse of the hero, to avoid the excess of emotion - Save the shot of the face ferocious, sometimes dismissing with a flick of a rhyming couplet plunged into the swamp of self-pity or self-masochistic pleasure in the face of defeats, humiliations, disappointments of history, small and personal, or of history, one that ends up on school books. Disillusionment
private and public, therefore, divided into alliteration, puns and / or word games, feet stretched out, exasperated and singers, or deliberately dissonant in rich and voluptuous figures of speech, where the images produced boldly juxtaposed, as in the friction of different metals , from which rise shrieking reddish sparks, showers of words, repeated spasmodically, as if to emphasize ideas and ideologies otherwise incomprehensible or misunderstood. In
"Reconnaissance private", the first of three sections which make up the volume, preceded by an overabundance of quotations, ranging from Gadamer, to Genette, CCCP, by Manganelli, Brecht, Dante ("servile Italy ... "high invective, never so much as suited to these our sad times) - all fathers, we presume, the author, which is acknowledged and recognized again, probably - the poet seems to mean everything to itself, poets and poetry itself, however, disproving every cliché, denudation of the most prohibiting swamps, denouncing the most ugly vices, bitterly mocking (a fold of pietas always deforms the lips, close your prophetic word to pronounce) as He-Who-SA, because he lived every aspect of life, knows every aspect , I trod the paths more difficult to access, has fallen a thousand times a thousand times and it was raised and now points to those who come after him the difficulties of the road which is paved. Turning back, however, the poet seems to have nostalgic thoughts of horror and its "furious tirades" are revealed as the true strength of his personal poetry.
The disappointment of the story gets high poetry, the complaint without yielding to pathetic, dignified apostrophe in the world, declaimed with a lexicon "very new" (it's easy to find there the poets of the Sixties), extraordinarily "modern" or more "contemporary", but the sarcasm is even more daring in the second section, "Interzone", where the thrust of the allusive word becomes disruptive, touching the great tradition of comedy (not hard to see you or Folengo Rabelais), the accumulation of material non-wandering into wedges, through waste, or exchanges of letters and / or words, in the repetition compulsion, in the approach spills or synonyms or homonyms, which are the result of desire subtract, add and / or correct the above, or rice with a smile always lurking, when not to miss the excremental: there you have fun reading as a child to say bad words, to name the unnameable, to use the "K" as in the seventies (good for Kissinger, but also for our Kossiga), to revive old bands coprolalia, and recreates the old neo-romantic phrases, in the constant displacement or alienation caused dall'inusitato combination of fashion and different ways and recent / distant time, sometimes giving way to 'insert phrases in a foreign language or terms of the new coinage.
When we seem to end up having to superabundance of meaning, which allows us to appreciate how incredible the enrichment exhausted image and meaning, he begins the last harrowing section, "Public raids, in which the eye sore of the poet pauses to denounce the horror of history closer to us, where the presence of the bombs is more concrete and true of 'absence of God, everything is being commodified and are equipped with logo (although the statements of NO LOGO), while the poet continues in vain to mask the immense irony of pain overwhelms him in the face of so possessed of the Chronicle, in total absence a saving word, if its not this, poetic.

(Frank Farina)

Fatty Knees Dinghy Sale

"IPERFETAZIONI" by Marco Palladino (ZONE PUBLISHING, 2009)

"Iperfetazioni" Mark Palladini, Editrice Zona, 2009.


The figure of irony, often pushed into the abyss slip of sarcasm (from which withdrawal is a difficult task, at least in rhetoric and poetry) in the structure and broad expanse of poetic prose (fiction or poetry: poems that are almost small lecture or apologies, or otherwise insults, real and Catilinarian their love), these texts Palladini of "Iperfetazioni" as subcontracts to understand definitions, development of constructions of words, phrases of LEGO, a patchwork of metaphors and allegories, in painful and dramatic soliloquy, from which the desperation ' author dodges an excess of modesty, to avoid staging their deepest feelings - as in Greek tragedy is avoided in the scene to show the corpse of the hero, to avoid the excess of emotion - Save the shot of the face ferocious, sometimes dismissing with a flick of a rhyming couplet plunged into the swamp of self-pity or self-masochistic pleasure in the face of defeats, humiliations, disappointments of history, small and personal, or of history, one that ends up on school books. Disillusionment
private and public, therefore, divided into alliteration, puns and / or word games, feet stretched out, exasperated and singers, or deliberately dissonant in rich and voluptuous figures of speech, where the images produced boldly juxtaposed, as in the friction of different metals , from which rise shrieking reddish sparks, showers of words, repeated spasmodically, as if to emphasize ideas and ideologies otherwise incomprehensible or misunderstood. In
"Reconnaissance private", the first of three sections which make up the volume, preceded by an overabundance of quotations, ranging from Gadamer, to Genette, CCCP, by Manganelli, Brecht, Dante ("servile Italy ... "high invective, never so much as suited to these our sad times) - all fathers, we presume, the author, which is acknowledged and recognized again, probably - the poet seems to mean everything to itself, poets and poetry itself, however, disproving every cliché, denudation of the most prohibiting swamps, denouncing the most ugly vices, bitterly mocking (a fold of pietas always deforms the lips, close your prophetic word to pronounce) as He-Who-SA, because he lived every aspect of life, knows every aspect , I trod the paths more difficult to access, has fallen a thousand times a thousand times and it was raised and now points to those who come after him the difficulties of the road which is paved. Turning back, however, the poet seems to have nostalgic thoughts of horror and its "furious tirades" are revealed as the true strength of his personal poetry.
The disappointment of the story gets high poetry, the complaint without yielding to pathetic, dignified apostrophe in the world, declaimed with a lexicon "very new" (it's easy to find there the poets of the Sixties), extraordinarily "modern" or more "contemporary", but the sarcasm is even more daring in the second section, "Interzone", where the thrust of the allusive word becomes disruptive, touching the great tradition of comedy (not hard to see you or Folengo Rabelais), the accumulation of material non-wandering into wedges, through waste, or exchanges of letters and / or words, in the repetition compulsion, in the approach spills or synonyms or homonyms, which are the result of desire subtract, add and / or correct the above, or rice with a smile always lurking, when not to miss the excremental: there you have fun reading as a child to say bad words, to name the unnameable, to use the "K" as in the seventies (good for Kissinger, but also for our Kossiga), to revive old bands coprolalia, and recreates the old neo-romantic phrases, in the constant displacement or alienation caused dall'inusitato combination of fashion and different ways and recent / distant time, sometimes giving way to 'insert phrases in a foreign language or terms of the new coinage.
When we seem to end up having to superabundance of meaning, which allows us to appreciate how incredible the enrichment exhausted image and meaning, he begins the last harrowing section, "Public raids, in which the eye sore of the poet pauses to denounce the horror of history closer to us, where the presence of the bombs is more concrete and true of 'absence of God, everything is being commodified and are equipped with logo (although the statements of NO LOGO), while the poet continues in vain to mask the immense irony of pain overwhelms him in the face of so possessed of the Chronicle, in total absence a saving word, if its not this, poetic.

(Frank Farina)

Live In Ottawa Or Gatineau ?

Mathematics is not a review

Paul Corticelli

705 teachers will be well in less compared to 1983 students in more, in primary school in Milan and the province (data provided by CGIL). Not only that. The cuts to the schools of the obligation of the City of Milan have reached the remarkable figure of € 433 595mila. In other words: in 2009 the budget allocation was over € 2 million 114mila, this year the figure is just over one million 519mila. In these conditions, the right to study is no longer guaranteed. This was revealed in a statement the Democratic Party of Milan. The Ministry of Education, Ministry of Education,

university, research, insists in Lombardy as in other Italian regions with its work of disinformazone,

banner of "anything goes, no There are problems, "but did not explain what difference there is between the demands of families and the responses of regional education offices, or how many classes to form - with three weekly fall - are gone. Indeed, the regional director of Lombardy, Joseph Colosio, spread an optimistic press release stating his amazement at the events for parents and teachers.

It's time to clarify what the full-time and school time of 40 hours per week (indicated sometimes improperly - or cunningly - how long time).

In other words, you want to bring up the school time of 40 hours per week of all full-time similar to that is yes for 40 hours for pupils, but is implemented by 44 hours of teaching time, using four hours of coexistence of two teachers, each of which has 22 teaching hours per week, now deleted from the (pseudo) reform Gelmini. So it is only right that families know the difference between an education can be obtained using the 44 hours and another 40 hours, or without the possibility of working for small groups of students carry out projects involving the simultaneous presence of two teachers co-owners on the same class, ensuring educational tours for which the ratio remains strong a teacher for 15 pupils. We wonder what one teacher can lead a class in educational output - to the theater, visiting a museum, a school trip - taking into account that now the parameter number per class is often a teacher for 28 pupils.

Another consideration to note: you are invested economic resources of all respect, in recent years, for the training of these teachers in specific subject areas, as a guarantee of a public school quality in particular in the area of \u200b\u200bprimary education has been and is a flagship for the ' education in our country, plus a European recognition. How is it possible, data in hand, that in the face of heavy cuts among teachers, operated by the Ministry, it is claimed that the full-time actually increased? Which full-time about the Ministry of Education? So it has proved well founded fear of depletion of public schools, often expressed by those who work for years and not only understands the organization - Teachers, school managers, trade unions - in the face of heavy cuts, passed off as the need for rationalization. Each faces up to its responsibilities and properly inform the public, at least that is sought. And so the Ministry of Education affirm once and for all the primary schools, in particular, is certainly not the one chosen by the families (92% had indicated in its full-time option). What will happen in September? The pupils remain in school as before (8,30-16,30), but in a different way than expected "quality". There will be a school time - here is the long time - "a stew", or with many teachers who will take turns to cover the time and mess, without an educational program that is workable and profitable cohesive. Why 40 hours are not 44, unless it is firmly established the use of creative arithmetic in ministerial circles.

from the daily act of July 2, 2010

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Live In Ottawa Or Gatineau ?

Mathematics is not a review

Paul Corticelli

705 teachers will be well in less compared to 1983 students in more, in primary school in Milan and the province (data provided by CGIL). Not only that. The cuts to the schools of the obligation of the City of Milan have reached the remarkable figure of € 433 595mila. In other words: in 2009 the budget allocation was over € 2 million 114mila, this year the figure is just over one million 519mila. In these conditions, the right to study is no longer guaranteed. This was revealed in a statement the Democratic Party of Milan. The Ministry of Education, Ministry of Education,

university, research, insists in Lombardy as in other Italian regions with its work of disinformazone,

banner of "anything goes, no There are problems, "but did not explain what difference there is between the demands of families and the responses of regional education offices, or how many classes to form - with three weekly fall - are gone. Indeed, the regional director of Lombardy, Joseph Colosio, spread an optimistic press release stating his amazement at the events for parents and teachers.

It's time to clarify what the full-time and school time of 40 hours per week (indicated sometimes improperly - or cunningly - how long time).

In other words, you want to bring up the school time of 40 hours per week of all full-time similar to that is yes for 40 hours for pupils, but is implemented by 44 hours of teaching time, using four hours of coexistence of two teachers, each of which has 22 teaching hours per week, now deleted from the (pseudo) reform Gelmini. So it is only right that families know the difference between an education can be obtained using the 44 hours and another 40 hours, or without the possibility of working for small groups of students carry out projects involving the simultaneous presence of two teachers co-owners on the same class, ensuring educational tours for which the ratio remains strong a teacher for 15 pupils. We wonder what one teacher can lead a class in educational output - to the theater, visiting a museum, a school trip - taking into account that now the parameter number per class is often a teacher for 28 pupils.

Another consideration to note: you are invested economic resources of all respect, in recent years, for the training of these teachers in specific subject areas, as a guarantee of a public school quality in particular in the area of \u200b\u200bprimary education has been and is a flagship for the ' education in our country, plus a European recognition. How is it possible, data in hand, that in the face of heavy cuts among teachers, operated by the Ministry, it is claimed that the full-time actually increased? Which full-time about the Ministry of Education? So it has proved well founded fear of depletion of public schools, often expressed by those who work for years and not only understands the organization - Teachers, school managers, trade unions - in the face of heavy cuts, passed off as the need for rationalization. Each faces up to its responsibilities and properly inform the public, at least that is sought. And so the Ministry of Education affirm once and for all the primary schools, in particular, is certainly not the one chosen by the families (92% had indicated in its full-time option). What will happen in September? The pupils remain in school as before (8,30-16,30), but in a different way than expected "quality". There will be a school time - here is the long time - "a stew", or with many teachers who will take turns to cover the time and mess, without an educational program that is workable and profitable cohesive. Why 40 hours are not 44, unless it is firmly established the use of creative arithmetic in ministerial circles.

from the daily act of July 2, 2010

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