Genoese This morning, after 3 hours of sleep, I arrived happy and perky in Genoa. Well, not quite perky but happy it from. Objective of the morning: Confirm preimmatricolazione. Wow!
First stop: Via Balbi 4 (only 4 for Balbi
regulars), where the man signs up for two exams and wanders in search of two teachers ghosts. After the search with negative results we head finally Balbi 5, where there is the Hall of registration. The excitement continues to grow.
stationed at the foot of the stairs there are the usual vultures. Children of disparate groups seeking to have gotten lost and end up with a simple leaflet to ask the phone number,
know, for meetings ... ignore them with the toughest of the nerve and go on. I'm going to officially be a college student, by golly, that want to fool me reading your meetings?! Then I read in the mind, not aloud. Oh well.
arrived in the Hall (which is not Fair, is a courtyard) my eyes sparkle. Stand by all faculties, boys are ready to direct you right to the door, future freshmen who rummage in their documents. I have a stupid smile on my face when
trac, the doubt creeps in me. Am I doing the thing right? Yes, I answered the Jiminy Cricket of the situation.
Excellent. I headed to the booth with a sign "registration confirmation" and a friendly guy stopped me and asked me what I need. "I should confirm the registration. Look at my papers and says, "you've already paid the note?" "No, I do now?" "Yes, go to the left so you give them." "Ok." "But you do not have the serial number." "Um, I do not know." "No, do not have it. Go there you refer to the paper."
Nooooooooo. I knew it. It could not be easier. Ok. Calm and cool. But because this stupid site told me all these things?
Ok. 'm Going to redo the paper, with the serial number on. I'm going to pick up the bulletins. Send me there to see if dell'ARSU stand with my income I am entitled to the scholarship. I'm going to stand dell'ARSU. Am I eligible for a grant, but the income is the old one.
Merd . What an idiot I am. I took the wrong one. Well. A morning wasted. At least next time I order everything with no one throwing me from one stand to another.
While the man is a turn around specialist for the goose I phone home. I'm stupid or new documents were not where they should be?
At home they are not. Strange.
to forget the ugly episode we head toward the center. Shopping!
First we go into a library. What beautiful. The the guy who organizes the system that should go to piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest. The sections are placed with a sense of logic and the authors are in alphabetical order! In a moment I find exactly the book I was looking for. Yes, the same one that was not there. Tze. And I find myself scrutinizing others 7 others that I would take. But I limit myself to only two. The man picks up a book on the skinhead movement from the '60s to today and we leave satisfied.
We are entering a clothing store where I found a pair of pants that I like my size! I should just write a post on this topic. Sizes. But the merchants of Piacenza think that anorexics are the only ones to dress?
The morning is then saved by these happy discoveries.
get home in the evening. The new documents were not found. My mother looks at what I picked up myself. He shows me. Curse. And 'the right one. Expires at the end of October. The chick was wrong. He looked the wrong year.
These are the things that make you realize how fleeting happiness given by a good book or a pair of pants of the right size. But porc ...
