Blog: #BarVxL – Schools. More and more than one

Yesterday afternoon, my niece, who has been in sixth grade since this year, made a video call over WhatsApp because she was unable to perform a very trivial math operation and because she was there, she preferred to kill two birds with one stone. me for a “help”, as happens in any television prize game before dinner, for an Italian theme.
“Think about it, dear uncle, then I’ll see you later” – season everything with kiss kiss kiss kiss and thank you thank you thank you with a plethora of emotions -.

First, video calling should be video-planned somehow. One, and it’s point two for my case, could also be “busy and very different things”, as I studied in school, precisely, in Alessandro Sposoni’s Promessi Manzi, as my illustrated and brash professor of accounting said. Also in view of the fact, and there is point three, that the essential, precisely in this case, is invisible to the eyes.

“If they do too much coaxing, seemingly unjustified, fit on the pen; walk close to a wall so people can see their faces clearly and save your ass!”. I notice that it is not the maximum of finesse, but my “Deus ex machina”, on first use, immediately told me the exact words. I will never stop to thank him. He was rude, fluent, sometimes trivial but with an extraordinary preparation. I was like a sponge with water: I had to, but above all, I always wanted to keep all the knowledge he passed on every day. I learned from him, and jealously appreciate, one of my greatest shortcomings: always telling the truth. Bread with bread and wine with wine. “If your demands will always be at the highest level” – he snorted behind the national team without filters – “they will never attack you because you will say it as it is. Only the stupid, the insolent and the unprepared will make you war never fight against the windmills, it’s not worth it. “
He was right, good. He died ten hours before my father; on the same day of the same month of the same year. Who knows why the reference numbers in one fell swoop. Wherever you are, Mauro, I take this opportunity to welcome you.

My niece, perhaps the favorite, knew how to beat the brand …
Is the school still central for children? And the families? Is there a viaticum on the path of education? Is it just for the good grade and the piece of paper or even, but above all, for knowledge?
The school is an agency based on specific and planned educational services; it is an increasingly complex and extensive organization. Today, it appears as an institution in the “crisis” because of the many changes it has had to go through through changes in society.
I think it can be portrayed as a “three head monster”. There is a community dimension: those who participate are embedded in a well-defined system of rules and social relations. A cultural, where knowledge is transferred and produced and a, unfortunately archaic, curriculum for pedagogical and didactic planning at work.
The school should meet a number of institutionally recognized needs, as well as pursue various programs. Not institutionalized, but socially regarded, recognized and legitimized, such as the demand for dialogue, listening and support from parents and students.
Demands count the conditions for creating a better human condition. The school must provide tools and skills for specific functions of individual and collective life. The school is characterized by the fact that the culture of the students is also and above all through extracurricular experiences; for a greater distinction between the goals of education and the needs of students.

In our country, students give the school a role of leadership and support for their personal choice. Do young teachers consider role models? The school sometimes fails to adequately perform all the tasks assigned to it; it suffers from internal discontinuity, that is, a lack of programmatic and didactic methodological connection between the various articulations of its system. There is inadequate and unproductive knowledge. This happened because an attempt was made to create a mass school so that all citizens could access the different levels of education.
It is defined as a compulsory school. Instead I argue that it should be for everyone but not for everyone.

Therefore, there are not the same opportunities for success in the workplace and in society; his upbringing and upbringing ability deteriorated in many cases. Education often lags behind social and cultural transformations. Its financial costs are growing to such an extent that they are often unsustainable.
Therefore, it is necessary to radically transform the existing school system with the establishment of alternative schools in relation to times, space, didactic activities and evaluation systems of the school institution. The radical schooling paradoxically brought us back to my father’s school. Shortly before the war.

On 20 May 1943 he successfully completed his studies in the lower school year (3rd primary school). The Certificate of Completion, and the special notes, read: “Commendable” for hygiene, cleanliness and personal care. In the other subjects everything is “good”. The promotion was by ballot. He was unaware that on the subject of “religion”, as he provided to the family, was written on the card: “Teaching of the family”.
Graduation in the fourth grade has the right to a classroom on the … upper floor; climbing the stairs made her feel older! Unfortunately, the happiness did not last long: less than a month. For the war, he was forced into “non-presence” because he was “displaced”.

He recalls the first school year.
He turned six and was admitted to participating with a certain Maestra Nannini in the first.
It was 1940. With the black apron (in the nursery it was white) she wore cloaks with rubber underneath so as not to make any noise, but also not to consume the wood. Cover the oilcloth folder with a notepad in a wooden case.
At the desk, as well as in the classroom, he was comfortable. A large map of Italy hangs on the wall. White curtains for the large windows, to protect from the sun, the portraits of the king and queen, which looked over the teacher’s head. The desk with the platform, a glass cabinet on the wall and the blackboard with elephant legs. In one corner, a red terracotta stove with the wood is cut off and neatly sorted next to it. Everything was familiar to him, like the faces of his companions.
The bell announced the end. They ran out of the gate into the house, and trampled all the poodles with their hips. It was right at the exit that one day her best friend, Ambretta, fell and broke her leg. He became, fortunately, his “Cavalier Servente” …
At school, he began composing letters and numbers. Sillabarie revealed to him a totally unknown world, Abacus taught him to do mathematics. He spoke the names of things loudly, as if they had never existed before. In his class, as in all the others, in a corner above, a speaker.
Every morning an EIAR-advertiser read the bulletins about the war of the Italian soldiers, of which their pupils, boys of the wolf, had to be proud.

“Uncle done?” – he heard the terrible and above all hopeful voice of my little one.
“Safe puppies” – I shouted. “You should have tried harder and you did it essentially for one person” – I dared to say almost as a sign of defense.
“For you?” – Si sot.
“No” – I answered.
“For Mom?”.
“Not at all”.
“For Grandma?”.
“Do not even mention it.”
“For my sister, my classmates, for the teachers …?” he became impatient – “well, you want to tell me for whom?”.
“For yourself” – I replied.
I would like to add “because competence sets you free; true ignorance is not the lack of knowledge, but the refusal to acquire it”. It would have been too hard and strenuous.
I just added, and maybe he will not remember it anymore: “Because one day, I hope you will understand how it happened to me …”.
“Thank you very much, Uncle.”
“For you, great darling.”

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