"Dear Student, Dear Student, "is so that the Rector of the Polytechnic of Milan begins his letters. As a result of perceived or real cuts to research, the university and the Amazon rainforest Polimi decided to take the issue head-even changing its homepage, which now redirects to a site more pedophile Kazakh, but at this point .
Well, essentially, between the lines, we read: "Dear Government, we are doing the smoke." What? Eyelids ?
Think of the Academic Senate, all in virginal white gown, gray-haired old men without pants, with the balls while they smoke and resolve internal disputes cushion
notice We do not have more grain to buy new pillows (or those used stuff)?
elite of engineers we have lost sleep, but here's the solution: a second letter came directly to my residence Italic.
With lots of reasons, graphs, numbers and statistics, that only an engineer can understand. I would have taken us one of my passions, a beautiful Gaussian.
Fine words, Rector. Nice words to mask the significance of this letter: alms.
I'm sorry, are not charitable, do not a € desperate to ask me on the subway or even a hundred university that made me become piacevolmentem, what they are. Not after having paid elite of taxes for five years of my life, in spite of the right to education. But it is with regret that I take note of what you have been forced to fall down.
However, a suggestion, you could end up at least informally:
"A kiss, Giulli ♥ ♥ ♥"
Maybe some extra money for sympathy, I gather.
"Prof, today's lesson?"
"Yeah .. I'm vomiting."
MG
