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Da: troll 27/04/2011 18:43:09
@ cacchina

Và a cagare !
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Da: @ @ 27/04/2011 19:53:40
E' finita la tregua pasquale !
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Da: Una scrittice occasionale 27/04/2011 19:59:48
The Unicorn in the Garden
by James Thurber
from Fables For Our Time and illustrated Poems in the Thurber Carnival, Penguin Books 1945

Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him.

"The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."

The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.

As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest.

"My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird."

So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.

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Da: Gaietta 27/04/2011 22:11:19
Scusa, quante volte la dobbiamo leggere???
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Da: una scrittice... 27/04/2011 22:19:35
non so quale spiritoso ha copiato e reincollato quanto avevo già scritto. Bel divertimento, non c'é dubbio!
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Da: suvvia 27/04/2011 22:20:29
...torniamo agli argomenti che ci interessano!
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Da: UNA SCRITTRICE OCCASIONALE 27/04/2011 23:00:12
The Unicorn in the Garden
by James Thurber
from Fables For Our Time and illustrated Poems in the Thurber Carnival, Penguin Books 1945

Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him.

"The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."

The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.

As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest.

"My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird."

So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
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Da: suvvia 28/04/2011 05:46:11
co sto unicorno!!!
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Da: Una scrittrice occasionale 28/04/2011 07:49:25
The Unicorn in the Garden
by James Thurber
from Fables For Our Time and illustrated Poems in the Thurber Carnival, Penguin Books 1945

Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him.

"The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."

The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.

As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest.

"My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird."

So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
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Da: X chi si è fissato con l''unicorno 28/04/2011 08:55:40
Vuoi fare la fine della moglie? Chiamiamo la neuro?
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Da: Si 28/04/2011 08:56:56
Il forum è finito....
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Da: Endless 28/04/2011 11:53:52
Con un animale mitico? Be' una fine epocale.
Come l'inizio, non si era mai visto un concorso per dt. Come vedere un unicorno in giardino, dopotutto.
Però queste fiabe appassionano.
Siamo come guerrieri chiamati a sfide impossibili.
Forza, coraggio miei prodi!
Arriveremo alla nostra Itaca
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Da: di sicuro 28/04/2011 14:59:00
Il forum è finito....
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Da: il forum 28/04/2011 15:29:55
è molto importante e non finirà così.
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Da: Morto un forum 28/04/2011 15:58:48
se ne fa un altro
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Da: il forum 28/04/2011 16:25:41
invece rimaniamo qui perché ora alrriva il bello!
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Da: SI 28/04/2011 16:30:01
Quello dei DT trombati
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Da: Qualche differenza c''è.... 28/04/2011 16:51:13
Da dove nascono le difficoltà del forum?
A mio avviso dal fatto che nessuno (o quasi) ha certezze in merito all'ammissione agli orali.
Pertanto, a differenza della fase precedente, in cui ciascuno era oggettivamente interessato allo scambio di informazioni, dati, materiali, esperienze etc., attualmente si vaga in una specie di limbo.
Si cerca di studiare, ma è molto difficile trovare le giuste motivazioni; alla minima difficoltà o appena subentra un po' di stanchezza, ci si chiede: forse sto (ancora) sprecando tempo ed energie, ne vale la pena?
E' come essere in balia delle onde: oggi mi sento ottimista, vediamo un po' cosa ci sarebbe da fare. Diritto Civile, Penale, Costituzionale, Comunitario, Processuale Civile e penale, Scienza dell'Amministrazione e della comunicazione, lingua straniera e ICT, oltre a non dimenticare la contabilità di stato, il diritto amministrativo e la legislazione scolastica (dimentico qualcosa?)
In definitiva, ci si rende conto le motivazioni che scaturiscono da semplici speranze sono abbastanza flebili.......
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Da: calma di vento 28/04/2011 16:51:27
Che succede? Mi devo essere perso qualcosa oppure ci sono problemi tecnici? Come mai i post risultano quasi illeggibili?
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Da: calma di vento 28/04/2011 16:54:55
...ci sono problemi tecnici, confermato: perchè io ho ricontrollato più volte prima di postare e non avevo scritto le maiuscole apparse poi...che strano:-)...il solito "buontempone" o "gatta ci cova"?
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Da: calma di vento 28/04/2011 16:56:49
...anche la "o" del secondo post l'avevo posizionata tra le due ipotesi...cosa mi sposteranno adesso???:-)
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Da: Cosa ti sposteranno? 28/04/2011 19:37:02
Il cervello!
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Da: anima persa 28/04/2011 20:26:02
QUANTE CAZZ..... DICONO QUESTI QUI..
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Da: @ anima persa 28/04/2011 20:45:51
E, infatti, tu ne hai già dette tante....
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Da: OPINIONE 28/04/2011 20:53:23
Parliamo di altro...
di correzioni prove..
di possibile svolgimento colloquio...........
di estrazione lettera.......
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Da: x calma di vento 28/04/2011 20:57:38
Guarda al largo non vedi anche tu il mare agitato che si avvicina?
Tieniti pronto a cazzare le vele, la tempesta è prossima a venire.

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Da: Concorrente anziana 28/04/2011 21:28:51
neanche quando ho partecipato al concorso per direttore didattico (nel lontano 1982 e....senza internet ) ero così allo scuro di ogni notizia sui tempi delle correzioni. le ipotesi per l'inizio degli orali e la lettera estratta per le prove orali.
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Da: nel 1982... 28/04/2011 21:57:51
nel millenovecentoottantadue
vestita di voile e di chiffon
io t'ho incontrada dove
..ora non mi ricordo più.
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Da: PER tutti 28/04/2011 22:48:14
ma, già nel 1982, non si diceva " all' oscuro?"
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Da: @ concorrente anziana 28/04/2011 22:54:29
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Da: troll	27/04/2011 18:43:09
@ cacchina Và a cagare !
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Da: @ @	27/04/2011 19:53:40
E' finita la tregua pasquale !
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Da: Una scrittice occasionale	27/04/2011 19:59:48
The Unicorn in the Garden by James Thurber from Fables For Our Time and illustrated Poems in the Thurber Carnival, Penguin Books 1945 Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch." The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep. As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house. "Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after. Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
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Da: Gaietta	27/04/2011 22:11:19
Scusa, quante volte la dobbiamo leggere???
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Da: una scrittice...	27/04/2011 22:19:35
non so quale spiritoso ha copiato e reincollato quanto avevo già scritto. Bel divertimento, non c'é dubbio!
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Da: suvvia	27/04/2011 22:20:29
...torniamo agli argomenti che ci interessano!
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Da: UNA SCRITTRICE OCCASIONALE	27/04/2011 23:00:12
The Unicorn in the Garden by James Thurber from Fables For Our Time and illustrated Poems in the Thurber Carnival, Penguin Books 1945 Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch." The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep. As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house. "Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after. Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
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Da: suvvia	28/04/2011 05:46:11
co sto unicorno!!!
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Da: Una scrittrice occasionale	28/04/2011 07:49:25
The Unicorn in the Garden by James Thurber from Fables For Our Time and illustrated Poems in the Thurber Carnival, Penguin Books 1945 Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch." The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep. As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house. "Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after. Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
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Da: X chi si è fissato con l''unicorno	28/04/2011 08:55:40
Vuoi fare la fine della moglie? Chiamiamo la neuro?
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Da: Endless	28/04/2011 11:53:52
Con un animale mitico? Be' una fine epocale. Come l'inizio, non si era mai visto un concorso per dt. Come vedere un unicorno in giardino, dopotutto. Però queste fiabe appassionano. Siamo come guerrieri chiamati a sfide impossibili. Forza, coraggio miei prodi! Arriveremo alla nostra Itaca
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Da: di sicuro	28/04/2011 14:59:00
Il forum è finito....
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Da: il forum	28/04/2011 15:29:55
è molto importante e non finirà così.
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Da: Morto un forum	28/04/2011 15:58:48
se ne fa un altro
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Da: il forum	28/04/2011 16:25:41
invece rimaniamo qui perché ora alrriva il bello!
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Da: Qualche differenza c''è....	28/04/2011 16:51:13
Da dove nascono le difficoltà del forum? A mio avviso dal fatto che nessuno (o quasi) ha certezze in merito all'ammissione agli orali. Pertanto, a differenza della fase precedente, in cui ciascuno era oggettivamente interessato allo scambio di informazioni, dati, materiali, esperienze etc., attualmente si vaga in una specie di limbo. Si cerca di studiare, ma è molto difficile trovare le giuste motivazioni; alla minima difficoltà o appena subentra un po' di stanchezza, ci si chiede: forse sto (ancora) sprecando tempo ed energie, ne vale la pena? E' come essere in balia delle onde: oggi mi sento ottimista, vediamo un po' cosa ci sarebbe da fare. Diritto Civile, Penale, Costituzionale, Comunitario, Processuale Civile e penale, Scienza dell'Amministrazione e della comunicazione, lingua straniera e ICT, oltre a non dimenticare la contabilità di stato, il diritto amministrativo e la legislazione scolastica (dimentico qualcosa?) In definitiva, ci si rende conto le motivazioni che scaturiscono da semplici speranze sono abbastanza flebili.......
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Da: calma di vento	28/04/2011 16:51:27
Che succede? Mi devo essere perso qualcosa oppure ci sono problemi tecnici? Come mai i post risultano quasi illeggibili?
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Da: calma di vento	28/04/2011 16:54:55
...ci sono problemi tecnici, confermato: perchè io ho ricontrollato più volte prima di postare e non avevo scritto le maiuscole apparse poi...che strano:-)...il solito "buontempone" o "gatta ci cova"?
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Da: calma di vento	28/04/2011 16:56:49
...anche la "o" del secondo post l'avevo posizionata tra le due ipotesi...cosa mi sposteranno adesso???:-)
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Da: Cosa ti sposteranno?	28/04/2011 19:37:02
Il cervello!
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Da: anima persa	28/04/2011 20:26:02
QUANTE CAZZ..... DICONO QUESTI QUI..
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Da: @ anima persa	28/04/2011 20:45:51
E, infatti, tu ne hai già dette tante....
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Da: OPINIONE	28/04/2011 20:53:23
Parliamo di altro... di correzioni prove.. di possibile svolgimento colloquio........... di estrazione lettera.......
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Da: x calma di vento	28/04/2011 20:57:38
Guarda al largo non vedi anche tu il mare agitato che si avvicina? Tieniti pronto a cazzare le vele, la tempesta è prossima a venire.
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Da: Concorrente anziana	28/04/2011 21:28:51
neanche quando ho partecipato al concorso per direttore didattico (nel lontano 1982 e....senza internet ) ero così allo scuro di ogni notizia sui tempi delle correzioni. le ipotesi per l'inizio degli orali e la lettera estratta per le prove orali.
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Da: nel 1982...	28/04/2011 21:57:51
nel millenovecentoottantadue vestita di voile e di chiffon io t'ho incontrada dove ..ora non mi ricordo più.
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Da: PER tutti	28/04/2011 22:48:14
ma, già nel 1982, non si diceva " all' oscuro?"
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Da: @ concorrente anziana	28/04/2011 22:54:29
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