Vittoria Di Fabio is a teacher of English literature and civilisation and she tells us what happened to her when she went back to school at Liceo Plauto, in Rome, Italy.
This morning while I was waiting to go to my classroom I happened to think how nice it is to see how little students change in the long run, in spite of the very different and unstable historical background…
They were beyond the glasses of the front door talking, smiling, welcoming to one another. Suddenly the bell rang and I heard the sound of their restrained attempt to rush towards the stairs in order to be able to reach the best desk before the teacher's arrival.
"No change, the same fresh impulse only adolescence possesses…" I thought, but, when they got there, they saw it was not the same room... therefore no poster was there any longer. The images of Latvia, Slovakia, Sweden etc. had remained in the other class! A few words and then the request of being authorized to go and take them, obviously immediately accepted.
That means to me we didn't work in vain. By speaking, debating, drawing, correcting what they worked on and about the European values, they show they have absorbed the content and the meaning of the activities connected with Europe and, surely, they are ready to start again.
This morning while I was waiting to go to my classroom I happened to think how nice it is to see how little students change in the long run, in spite of the very different and unstable historical background…
"No change, the same fresh impulse only adolescence possesses…" I thought, but, when they got there, they saw it was not the same room... therefore no poster was there any longer. The images of Latvia, Slovakia, Sweden etc. had remained in the other class! A few words and then the request of being authorized to go and take them, obviously immediately accepted.
