I loved this day and every day ahead of him, those of the preparations for the first day of school.
enter the supermarket and smell of books, backpacks, aprons ... the smell of the school, I'm excited. Me back in time, when I had to choose my "work tools" and choose them with care, associated with the book to buy the material and not for the type (line - squares), but just based on the rating: if a field was my favorite book on that subject should please me more than others.
And then the choice of the diary ... was always the last of my thoughts, partly because I do not much use, I remembered everything and was unnecessary for me to be there to write things that I would not have forgotten, however, was a waste of time. Right sign of the times no doubt lesson for the first day of school was abandoned even that use of the diary.
But the years of school they prefer, in hindsight, I think those are elementary.
backpack, apron and bow ... the bow that distinguished the classes, the apron "catalog" the students, that child has the apron, then goes to school. I've worn all year, every day for 5 years and I always liked to wear it, it was my uniform.
Era ufficiale, andavo a scuola.
La mia scuola elementare non era grandissima, era una piccola scuola di contrada, dove bambini e genitori erano noti e quasi tutti vicini di casa. Era una scuola monosezione... nel senso che non dovevi scegliere la sezione, c'era solo quella e non corrispondeva a nessuna lettera... era la prima, la seconda, la terza, la quarta o la quinta classe della scuola elementare di...
La conoscevo bene quella scuola perchè ospitava anche la scuola materna, la "mia" scuola materna.
Andavo a scuola con mia sorella, un anno più grande di me, mano nella mano alla fermata davanti casa, insieme ad altre due bambine ad aspettare che passasse "il pullmanino", lo chiamavamo così io e mia sorella perchè per noi era un piccolo pullman giallo in realtà era il classico scuolabus, e nostra madre ci guardava dalla finestra.
Quattro bambine con il grembiule blu e quattro fiocchi diversi: blu, rosa, rosso e verde. Quella col fiocco blu, ovviamente ero io, ero la più piccola e il mio era il classico fiocco "stanco" da scuola elementare che alle 10.00 era già sciolto e penzolante e dovevo rifarlo, non mi piaceva avere il fiocco sciolto, se era un fiocco doveva avere tale forma o almeno simile.
Poi c'erano i compagni di classe... io ne avevo 15, una classe large at the time, but with only one teacher (first year). He was smart, could do a good job with all students and did it according to the pupil in front of him then to bring the same level by the end of the year.
After our 5 hour ride on the school "pullmanino" that brought us back home and stop there waiting for mom or dad, took us by the hand to cross the street and have lunch together.
I still remember the photos of those years, exercise books, books ... sometimes I happen to cover everything and I realize that, smiling to myself, a little 'I miss those moments.
Every year on the first day of school was beautiful and always sleepless night ahead of him to imagine what would happen the next day.
enter the supermarket and smell of books, backpacks, aprons ... the smell of the school, I'm excited. Me back in time, when I had to choose my "work tools" and choose them with care, associated with the book to buy the material and not for the type (line - squares), but just based on the rating: if a field was my favorite book on that subject should please me more than others.
And then the choice of the diary ... was always the last of my thoughts, partly because I do not much use, I remembered everything and was unnecessary for me to be there to write things that I would not have forgotten, however, was a waste of time. Right sign of the times no doubt lesson for the first day of school was abandoned even that use of the diary.
But the years of school they prefer, in hindsight, I think those are elementary.
backpack, apron and bow ... the bow that distinguished the classes, the apron "catalog" the students, that child has the apron, then goes to school. I've worn all year, every day for 5 years and I always liked to wear it, it was my uniform.
Era ufficiale, andavo a scuola.
La mia scuola elementare non era grandissima, era una piccola scuola di contrada, dove bambini e genitori erano noti e quasi tutti vicini di casa. Era una scuola monosezione... nel senso che non dovevi scegliere la sezione, c'era solo quella e non corrispondeva a nessuna lettera... era la prima, la seconda, la terza, la quarta o la quinta classe della scuola elementare di...
La conoscevo bene quella scuola perchè ospitava anche la scuola materna, la "mia" scuola materna.
Andavo a scuola con mia sorella, un anno più grande di me, mano nella mano alla fermata davanti casa, insieme ad altre due bambine ad aspettare che passasse "il pullmanino", lo chiamavamo così io e mia sorella perchè per noi era un piccolo pullman giallo in realtà era il classico scuolabus, e nostra madre ci guardava dalla finestra.
Quattro bambine con il grembiule blu e quattro fiocchi diversi: blu, rosa, rosso e verde. Quella col fiocco blu, ovviamente ero io, ero la più piccola e il mio era il classico fiocco "stanco" da scuola elementare che alle 10.00 era già sciolto e penzolante e dovevo rifarlo, non mi piaceva avere il fiocco sciolto, se era un fiocco doveva avere tale forma o almeno simile.
Poi c'erano i compagni di classe... io ne avevo 15, una classe large at the time, but with only one teacher (first year). He was smart, could do a good job with all students and did it according to the pupil in front of him then to bring the same level by the end of the year.
After our 5 hour ride on the school "pullmanino" that brought us back home and stop there waiting for mom or dad, took us by the hand to cross the street and have lunch together.
I still remember the photos of those years, exercise books, books ... sometimes I happen to cover everything and I realize that, smiling to myself, a little 'I miss those moments.
Every year on the first day of school was beautiful and always sleepless night ahead of him to imagine what would happen the next day.
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