this is the university Moodle….I can do my course here. Now you tell me why I have 2 Moodles going for the same course! One already started- and this one is being copied and pasted from it!! So just for reference and keepsake, I am telling you what’s up.
This is the night of good night/sweet dream, when all the illumination in your eyes just dims and you wonder why. When once you were a little girl holding mommy’s hand and now you are on your own and responsible? Is that easy?
Surely I am talking about mankind, Susan and children. One step out, one more door to reach, one more door to open, to push open…. all those doors we opened!! Just think about it! I remember searching for them, beams of light, and how much effort!
good night lucky star
here’s a lovely story written by Massimo Pierazzuoli, one of my Telecom Italia students
A Period of my Life
When I was seven or eight years old I liked to watch cowboy movies. In those movies the white Americans fought the Indians with rifles and guns. They responded with bows and arrows.
There was a real war, but for a little child it was very exciting and I remember the screams and the applause when the “bad” Indian was arrested or died. Brrrrr! At that time there was no politically correct culture! And the bad guys were the Indians and some dirty whites who sold the Indians alcohol.
My four year old sister didn’t like those movies and she didn’t want to see them. She wanted to watch sweet romantic movies that were very very boring for a little cowboy!
So we used to argue often. Then my mother decided this way: on Sundays we would watch cowboy movies, then afterward a romantic movie. That was the period that I remember with nostalgia.