Signorinaeffe vs University of Pavia (Act One)
There was once a graduate student in Classics and Oriental Antiquities, who attended an old university shooting in the foggy city of Pavia.
The university had always seemed a decent enough place, apart from some minor inconvenience, like the mysterious disappearance of several textbooks, useful for his thesis from the library of archeology, or the failure of the entire staff of that library to provide an alphanumeric password for access to computers on the right (system they devised themselves, point out). The graduate
above, taking advantage of the fact that was required to submit the assessment at the speaker for the First Amendment, he decides to exercise its right and duty of voting, democracy enshrined in force on campus: he does every year, always animated by a strong sense of civic duty and the vain hope that someone really keep the promises the election campaign. Vana, because, despite the fine talk of politicastri, buses are for human cattle cars, tuition fees are soaring as the local Cake Heaven and interns are considered well-off citizens, because their card for public transport costs ten times More than three years of university.
But anyhow, our protagonist wants the seat, well hidden, while people who have glimpsed yes and no a couple of days in class in three years, greet, embrace it, kiss it (!) as if they were his buddies since kindergarten, who has not attended, among others - looking for a vote. Note that these same people in class, maybe not even see her dodging.
However, ours is a consummate poker player, a nod to everyone, but remains firm on its position: at last, comes the fateful room and show the document to the three officers present.
Here, the mouth of the trio, turns out to be a ghost.
An unexpected plot twist, right?
In fact, the graduate is not present in any of the lists of voters in possession of the staff, which, once mastered own admission that it is an off-course, and asked her when she paid the taxes. How
forget that Monday, May 10, just the day before yesterday, when our mother and rebounded like ping pong balls between secretarial, bank and mail the money to pay for registration, conditio sine qua non for which we could deliver the application for graduation.
sure you want to truly know the rest of the story?
For the atrocious outrage committed to democracy, it is not recommended reading for political scientists to heart disease and emotional idealists.
La nostra non ha il diritto di votare , perché non ha versato le tasse almeno venticinque giorni prima .
Ora, Dio è nei dettagli e la matematica non è un'opinione, la nostra si è iscritta a Lettere proprio per la scarsa confidenza con quest'ultima, ma un paio di conticini elementari è in grado di farli:
1) La nostra è ufficialmente andata fuori corso il giorno 30 aprile 2010 .
2) La nostra aveva ricevuto l'ordine tassativo di non pagare le tasse per la seconda enrollment in the third year before that date .
3) Voting shall take place in the days of 12 and 13 May 2010 .
4) Between April 30 and May 12 to 13 there are even twenty-five days in the calendar of Pluto.
Moral of the story: we went away with empty-handed and, soon, will write a letter to the director for information about the local newspaper "La Provincia Pavese" time, in writing from time to time have fun with letteracce his fiery, last but not least on the inefficiency of buses, published and commented less than a year ago.
Although not help anything, it's just that his fellow citizens to know that students at the University of Pavia have only obligations (paying taxes) and no law.
soon!
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