UNED is a different place. Above all, if Calatayud. Is another story. Well, peculiar. For those unfamiliar with the operation of the tests in the UNED I will say that its uniqueness lies in queue and in the market, but instead of serving you a kilo of tomatoes, ask your consideration, leaving print and assign you a seat, with a classification of F2, touched ... it seems that you play ... and sunk ships when on the way to your chair and table, review the test questions, and surprise, are not what you expected. You sit down, reflect, I go home, I'll tell them my life, or part thereof, or throw him inventive. Being the latest, most likely. On one occasion, my father and I were on a test, that of sociology, I believe, and I of law. Herein lies the fun, all in one place, each assigned examination. Willing to invent a tirade of 10 pages on Philosophy of Law (now fill up a cigarette paper, on one side, the sediment that left me in my mind that subject) I start writing, and, hey, the truth is that we do well write, write, born on October 1, 1975 ... lol, well some of Hobbes, some Rouseeau, some of Hegel, a remix of Marx, Wittgenstein
a rehash of the meaning of philosophy as a discipline, if Greeks (those who rode it with your friends, and women had only to procreate, and then say they have been the cradle of our "civilization"), a few vague ideas, and not very well expressed in what is or is not law. That was something intrigued me, any course of the race, raised as issue 1, which is law. Well, what was, a little Duguy: (yet sober) "No law, but an obligation to comply with the duty", that is fine, Hart, Kelsen, Ross, who always look good in these cases, on the universal concept of law.
What if the companies more or less stipulated by law, and then talk juricidicidad scale, roll Marxist anthropology, and as I prepare to release the Latin word made of shit, "primus inter pares", kind of like a boss is recognized, not as such but which has placed the "headquarters" for the order, and administration of laws, and subsume (this word I love it) the rules to the entire society ... mounting one chicken, the ostia in the room ...
I see a teacher, security guard, security guard style, which chides a review ... "Are you copying ..." ... More laughter ... laughter and commotion in the room. I do not know where to get involved. Mr. police exam is next to my father ... He was not clear, if you get up and tell my father, that's my boy ... like father like son, and to justify my criminal career as a student, or on the contrary hide under the table so no one said, yes, yes, and there is his son, that you are copying too ... Do not listen, that I invented it, it's more fun ...
The fact is that neither my father was copying, at most, was using a program authorized by the Gestapo, UNED, but the aspiring teacher believed police used notes chops ... or ... or I do not know .. .
Everything comes to nothing, as we say in my land, watered down, which is little more than water with water.
On leaving, he asked my father what happened, and tells me that the guy was having a bad day or had a bad night with his wife, having marital claims, and found she had headaches, feigned or true .
That was using the course syllabus. I disconsolate. It was better to think that my father was in breach, destroying the moral, legal approaches fucking I argued in my review ... and to believe that my evil arts in examinations was a matter of genetics ... "blunder."
By the way, my suspense was epic ... and Summer too ... since I returned to the September exam, more literary gifts, which base stations based on their elbows on the table and notes. My brown mountain, my shorts, hiking boots were unmistakable symptom of not having seen the light of a hose in the summer. I passed. Yes, of course, that was correct in my place, "Bicycles are for summer, and admire my literary tone casual, summery,
making a fresh air DJ with the ideas of others ... So
crossed out some more of the subjects cursed the race.
However, later, reviewing books, I found "bait", "steak", "sandwich", "booklets with cheese", "steaks" ... yes indeed chops carefully crafted to Times New Roman 7, bold, that my father had cleverly hidden. I was relieved. Seriously. But I dared not reproach him anything. He was fulfilling the role assigned to approve student = traps. Not very tested the paternity of the phrase, some say it's Machiavelli, but I read the Prince several times, and I found the happy sentence: "The end justifies the means." At best, a star pupil was a display of literature, and made a rehash
as text commentary of the book. jejeje
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