tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29873169824027597002024-03-08T11:23:41.380+02:00 ClipeDilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-15664994183333281952018-08-30T15:02:00.000+03:002018-08-30T15:02:35.181+03:00ROGVAIV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Viata incepe</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>In nuante de <span style="color: red;"><b>rosu </b></span>aprins</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>prin care lumina se rasfrange luptatoare intr-un <span style="color: orange;"><b>orange </b></span>indiferent....</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Ne orbeste</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Galbenul </b></span>soarelui si al bucuriei de a trai</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>si atunci ne daruim <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>verdelui </b></span>crud al padurii, fericiti de mirosul frunzelor-ace</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>si de intepatura clipei ce ne arunca din inaltimi in abisuri</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>si apoi ne inalta iarasi catre cer...</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Catre cerul <b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">albastru</span></b>.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Nici nu ne dam seama cand cerului ii ia loc oceanul-oamenilor-care-au-trecut-prin-viata.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Implantat in inimi, cutitul revelatiilor mature se topeste intr-un fluviu de lava <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">indigo </span></b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>si curge, curge impreuna cu visele, banalitatile si neputintele noastre</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>inspre un sfarsit <span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><b>violet </b></span>si infam</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>asteptand sa-si reia ciclul impasibil</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>calatorind lent si degeaba-involburat</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>catre Oceanul Eternelor Suflete-Curcubeu.</i></span></div>
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Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-82457222727852748392017-10-04T12:12:00.001+03:002017-10-04T12:12:48.872+03:00Anthony<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jezqNxQ8mb0" width="480"></iframe></div>Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-86021055824474661172017-10-02T11:15:00.004+03:002017-10-02T11:16:31.407+03:00Zbor in Alaska<div style="text-align: center;">
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Unora le plac norii. Fericiti cei carora le place viata, chiar si atunci cand e prea mult soare :-)</div>
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<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-21889651542559937222017-06-28T09:17:00.001+03:002017-06-28T09:17:51.046+03:00Lumina......<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LRP8d7hhpoQ" width="480"></iframe>Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-7886683344286982872017-04-28T09:19:00.003+03:002017-05-01T14:46:45.010+03:00Batranul veselDimineata, printre blocuri, il intalnesc. E batran si vesel. Merge undeva. Eu merg la serviciu. Poarta mereu-mereu un trening si o geanta sport aruncata pe umar..<br />
Dimineata ne salutam. Zambind.<br />
Nu ne cunoastem. Sau poate da.<br />
E un batran frumos si vesel.<br />
Ce frumos ar fi sa devenim si noi batrani senini si veseli care sa salute zambind necunoscutii...Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-22868003771232652522017-04-23T21:09:00.001+03:002017-04-23T21:09:38.824+03:00Unrecovered Bodies Still On Mount EverestCutremurator... Pretul muntelui.<br /><br />
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Privind himera pe care am imaginat-o</div>
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Am descoperit limitele</div>
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imaginatiei si puterii</div>
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Si vanzandu-le, mi s-a parut</div>
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ca dincolo de ele</div>
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mai e ceva</div>
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Ceva la care voi ajunge</div>
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doar daca voi vrea</div>
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si voi putea</div>
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sa imi imaginez</div>
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vreodata</div>
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<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-600670275801350842017-03-31T09:36:00.002+03:002017-03-31T09:36:57.113+03:00PasiuneaAm asteptat noaptea-ntreaga<br />
Sa vina zorile<br />
Si zorile-au venit intr-un tarziu<br />
Dar eu mi-am dat seama<br />
Ca nu traisem Noaptea<br />
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Am urmarit<br />
o seara-ntreaga<br />
copacii din oras<br />
pentru a ingheta intr-o fotografie<br />
un copac inflorit<br />
si intr-o amintire cu ochi inchisi<br />
mirosul florilor primavara<br />
Dar nu mi-am dat seama<br />
Ca nu imi aminteam oamenii si pisicile si strazile<br />
printre care am alergat.<br />
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Am incercat mereu<br />
sa inteleg oamenii<br />
in speranta ca i-as putea ajuta<br />
din egoismul de a ma simti utila<br />
cuiva.<br />
Dar nu mi-am dat seama<br />
ca uitasem sa ma inteleg<br />
pe mine.<br />
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Am desenat multi ani<br />
mii de desene<br />
pentru a gasi<br />
ceva<br />
Dar nu mi-am dat seama<br />
ca visele mele s-au oprit<br />
undeva intr-un desen<br />
in care mi-am trait<br />
pasiunea<br />
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Acum incerc sa caut<br />
locul<br />
sau momentul<br />
in care<br />
mi-am pierdut visele<br />
Dar nu imi dau seama<br />
cum as putea smulge din suflet<br />
Altele<br />
noi.<br />
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<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-9225458491651155232017-03-29T16:19:00.003+03:002017-03-29T16:19:16.903+03:00Primavara<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Un fotograf evreu a ingropat mii de negative in canistre pentru a pastra vie amintirea acelor ani cutremuratori.... cateva fotografii <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2017/03/20/blogs/this-jewish-photographer-documented-a-nazi-controlled-ghetto/s/20-lens-lodz-slide-AQZ0.html" target="_blank">aici</a></div>
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<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-32517387497233409002017-03-17T12:04:00.002+02:002017-03-17T12:04:31.559+02:00AziAzi am vazut copacei infloriti, prima oara, anul acesta.... intr-o poza pe care cineva o postase pe facebook....<br />
M-am simtit intr-o lume paralela cu ce ar trebui sa fie :-(Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-64474456488763724012017-03-09T09:32:00.000+02:002017-03-09T09:34:32.932+02:00LumeaLumea e formata din energie. Energiile din emotii. Emotiile neinhibate.<br />
Oare de cand nu ne-am mai tavalit prin zapada mancand turturi sau nu ne-am mai zgariat catarandu-ne in copaci si adulmecand seva scoartei, oare de ce nu ne spargem limitele si limitarile pentru a obtine emotii pure? Asta se poate face independent de caracterul de animal social al omului si independent de politica sau frustrari de orice natura...<br />
PS: Singuratatea in doritne e tare grea..<br />
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<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-78759572692549307852017-03-02T15:32:00.001+02:002017-03-02T15:41:31.848+02:00Despre zbor<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Viata inseamna adaptare in mers.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>In mersul acela in care suntem impinsi de la spate vrand-nevrand.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Cateodata mai cascam ochii in jur zambind tampi la cate ceva ce ni se pare altfel. N-am fost noi primii si nici ultimii care au descoperit stelele sau iarba sau pomii, doar ca in naivitatea noastra ne credem pionieri in ale filosofiei.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Apoi insa viata ne da suturi si suntem ca niste pui zburataciti de soarta. Un deces, o dezamagire, un accident, o pierdere. Si atunci incepem zborul.... In aer fiind, nu stim cum sa reactionam pentru ca mersul nu mai functioneaza. De acolo incepem sa privim lumea cu alti ochi din alte unghiuri....si pana la urma ne prindem ca vom cadea vertiginos daca nu dam din aripi. Unii cadem, ne lovim, si la al n-shpelea zbor incepem sa ne adaptam. Altii sunt zburatori din prima.....</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Unora le place senzatia si raman in aer, cam mereu.. si acolo insa li se intampla sa le mai cada cate ceva de sus dar mereu vor sti sa zboare. Pana in clipa cand un fulger ii doboara iremediabil in tarana.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Altora le place mersul. Oooo ce le mai place. Ei nici nu stiu ca zborul ajuta sau ca exista si atunci se tarasc, se strecoara si sunt foarte mandri de asta.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Din pacate asta e esenta vietii.. Si gata.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Si tot din pacate zburatorii sunt tot mai rari.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Suntem o planeta de taratoare care in loc sa ia altitudine si atitudine cauta gauri, si se baga in ele, acolo e mai comod, mai sigur si mai ferit.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Eu prefer sa mai topai putin, iar din cand in cand imi promit sa zbor deasupra vreunei paduri sau vreunui om frumos. Altfel nu le-as putea intalni.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Poate vreodata voi gasi imaginea de ansamblu care-mi va spune care e sensul vietii.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Poate de asta exista forta gravitationala, ca sa le potenteze unora zborul nebun la schimbarea de anotimpuri.. iar pe altii sa-i tina lipiti de pamantul mult iubit.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Sa avem zile frumoase!</i></span><br />
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Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-18309830077499799262017-02-04T14:46:00.004+02:002017-02-07T13:20:42.122+02:00Perfumes...<br />
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Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-59999064453859902102016-12-27T14:51:00.003+02:002016-12-27T14:51:39.108+02:00UneoriUneori strigam doar ca sa fim auziti,.<br />
Alteori strigam ca sa castigam eliberarea.<br />
Atunci cand totul e insa nisip si pulbere, te lasi purtat de vant si uiti ca ai voce si ochi si suflet de strigat.<br />
Si in plus, strigatul oboseste, iar viata e si asa greu de trait. Uneori.<br />
<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-12561384639462812202016-12-12T15:45:00.000+02:002016-12-12T15:48:46.934+02:00Ezitari<div style="text-align: center;">
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Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-33307505815512185802016-12-12T10:42:00.002+02:002016-12-12T10:42:51.659+02:00ZvacnireDaca ar fi sa fie<br />
ultima zi din toate<br />
as intelege poate<br />
a vietii comedie<br />
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si de ar fi sa-nceapa<br />
Ultimul sfant minut<br />
poate-ar putea sa-ncapa<br />
in el tot ce-a durut<br />
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Si dac-ar fi sa vina<br />
ea, clipa de sfarsit<br />
as plange in surdina<br />
toti anii ce-au murit<br />
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Pacat ar fi s-apuna<br />
a Lunii fade vise<br />
caci n-ar putea ajunge<br />
pe pagini slove scrise<br />
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Trista le-ar fi caderea<br />
de raze leganata<br />
in dimineata sluta<br />
de Soare-ntunecata<br />
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E greu s-ajungi clipita<br />
in care printre vene<br />
nisipul greu se scurge<br />
cum raza moare-n gene<br />
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E greu sa mai pricepi<br />
de ce a tot pulsat<br />
un muschi in stanga-n piept<br />
prin sufletul uscat<br />
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E greu de inteles<br />
presiunea furibunda<br />
ce-n clipa de sfarsit<br />
in gand visul infunda<br />
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Pacat.... de-atatia sori<br />
ce rasarit-au ieri<br />
Pacat cand ne-nvatat<br />
si ne-mpacat... doar mori.<br />
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<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-25949951935132528712016-12-08T13:21:00.001+02:002016-12-08T13:21:45.864+02:00De pe net.O imagine.. De pe net.<br />
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Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-85349249100722044712016-10-26T13:34:00.001+03:002016-10-26T13:44:37.962+03:00Integrarea copiilor cu CES in invatamantul de masa<br />
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Pornind de la un caz aparut in clasa copilului meu si continuand cu cazul <span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><a href="http://www.romanialibera.ro/societate/educatie/elevi-si-parinti-protesteaza-la-o-scoala-din-pitesti-impotriva-primirii-unui-copil-cu-adhd-430904"><span style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc;">elevului cu ADHD din Pitesti</span></a> </span>si a <a href="http://www.agerpres.ro/social/2016/10/26/elev-injunghiat-de-un-coleg-la-un-liceu-din-ramnicu-valcea-09-22-41"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">celui injunghiat din Valcea</span></a>, am ajuns la urmatorul <a href="http://www.agerpres.ro/comunicate/2016/10/25/comunicat-de-presa-ministerul-educatiei-nationale-si-cercetarii-stiintifice-17-48-33"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">comunicat de presa</span></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;">,</span> unde printre altele se mentioneaza ca "Mai mult, Ministerul Educației va solicita tuturor Caselor Corpului Didactic ca, în anul școlar 2016—2017, <i><u>să pună accentul pe formarea cadrelor didactice pentru educație incluzivă</u></i>".
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De ani de zile se intampla tragedii in scoli si licee, apar cazuri de violenta in gradinite.<br />
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In cazul copiilor cu nevoi speciale, sunt perfect de acord cu includerea lor in invataantul de masa atata timp cat familia lor colaboreaza cu psihologul/doctorii/scoala, fiind un proces controlat.<br />
S-a procedat insa invers: s-a procedat la integrarea lor fara a se stabili modalitatea princ are se va face acest lucru.<br />
Si s-a ajuns la situatii de gen elev injughiat, elev batut, elev torturat psihic.<br />
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Si inca ceva.. Din proprie experienta stiu ca exista cazuri de elevi cu intarziere in dezvoltare inclusi in invatamantul de masa in clase mai mici cu 2-3 ani decat varsta lor. Acesti elevi ajung pe la 15 ani printre colegi de 11 si au manifestari ce denota lipsa de discernamant. Ma refer la deviatii comportamentale si mai ales sexuale. Mi se pare normal ca ai mei copii sa stie ce inseamna un om cu mai multe sau mai putine capacitati intelectuale, dar nu mi se pare absolut deloc acceptabil sa traiasca 6 ore pe zi alaturi de acesti copii fara supraveghere specializata.<br />
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Am ajuns sa respectam superficial niste directive europene.si sa avem niste actiuni ireversibile. Copiii categorisiti ca fiind "normali" nu mai au dreptul de a asista la o ora normala de predare, in care profesorul isi face treaba pentru care a venit la scoala si elevul de asemenea, deoarece ora e permanent deranjata de elevii care trebuie integrati . Psiholog nu exista sau nu intervine, familia copilului nu are timp/ resurse/ cunostinte necesare pentru a se ocupa de copil cum ar trebui, scoala nu are un program de incluziune pe care sa-l urmeze, totul e dezorganizat. Cand se termina ora urmeaza pauza in care copilul cu probleme - daca nu devine el agresiv - e agresat de copii "normali" dar rautaciosi, nu exista supraveghere de nici un fel, sau pauza in care copilul cu probleme incepe sa se pipaie sau sa aiba alte manifestari sexuale anormale pentru varsta colegilor lui in particular si anormale pentru oricine in public.<br />
Reactia profesorului este .absenta pentru ca nu a fost niciodata instruit pentru astfel de situatii.<br />
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In plus, profesorul nu mai are vreo autoritate asupra elevilor fiindca nu mai stie sa se impuna in fata bagajului cu care copiii vin de acasa. Parintii sunt mai presus de toate, ei pot apela la mass media oricand li se pare ceva nelalocul lui pentru ca nu exista reguli clare si copiii lor stiu asta. Si astfel isi permit din ce in ce mai multe.<br />
Elevii stiu ca nu e legal sa fie exmatriculati si ca nu se apica metode corective Astfel, ei persista in greseala.<br />
Elevii cu probleme sunt, pe de alta parte, protejati de profesori de teama ca parintii ii pot reclama pentru discriminare. Colegilor lor li se spune sa se tina departe de ei, sa ii ignore si sa nu cumva sa ii filmeze fiindca nu e legal. Copiii cu probleme continua sa comita acte nelalocul lor si uite-asa orele devin un chin pentru toate partile implicate.<br />
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Apogeul e momentul in care iti dai seama ca toti ceilalti sunt discriminati. Elevii excelenti vor fi adusi la nivelul mediu al clasei, cei cu probleme isi vor adanci problemele, profesorii si parintii vor deveni din ce in ce mai frustrati,. Totul e minunat, avem incluziune.<br />
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Suntem praf,.<br />
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Sper sa nu se intample, Doamne fereste, vreo tragedie mai mare si autoritatile sa se trezeasca din letargie si NEPASARE in timp util. Pana atunci copiii nostri vor creste intr-un invatamant care le va distorsiona si limita lumea si asa gri in care noi incercam sa ii lansam, ne vom privi ca pe niste parinti flower power care viseaza cai verzi intr-o lume rea si fara suflet, vor creste umili si prea obisnuiti cu politia care vine zilnic la scoala sa intocmeasca procese verbale pentru ca te miri ce parinte paranoic are de reclamat furtul vreunui creion sau rigle din ghiozdanul odraslei hiper-protejate....<br />
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Pacat.<br />
<br />Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987316982402759700.post-81863787205019279572016-10-18T23:42:00.000+03:002016-10-18T23:42:21.210+03:00Noapte de octombrie<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aybwOvspwls/WAaI_H22Z-I/AAAAAAAAA7A/DqJNYzZdNQ8X6XnAF-LZ3KGPI59tLtpkACK4B/s1600/20161018_204918.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aybwOvspwls/WAaI_H22Z-I/AAAAAAAAA7A/DqJNYzZdNQ8X6XnAF-LZ3KGPI59tLtpkACK4B/s640/20161018_204918.jpg" width="600" /></a>Dilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687184744000304674noreply@blogger.com0