Happy school year, this time, especially for teachers. Treated like pesky insects by the state and families, principals and parents. Underpaid, despised, abused, photographed from the phones and put on Youtube, employees of a ministry that ignorant mistake the entrance test and the University themes of maturity, depressed, tired, insecure in life, judged idle or lobbyists of textbooks, condemned the din of a class or, worse still, the silence of that, forced to keep track of debits and credits and to fill in report cards with abbreviations and codes. And three days before you start, some pierre government telling us that it will return full time, and that our children will have new tables and grammar. Wonderful, but those who believe? In three days? With thousands of empty chairs? Teaching in Italy: the most important job of all, among all the most ungrateful.
