I spent some special years at D’Annunzio. An almost non-existent secretariat marked the disorganized days of constantly overlapping lessons. The teachers were good, at least some. Those who did not insult you or who explained things to you out of passion could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Few organized activities, little communication with students in general. But it is an unpretentious university, after all, it reflects the city of Pescara, which unfortunately is often left to abandon. Suffice it to say the times in which the manholes overflowed and made the streets the canals of Venice. I graduated during the Covid period, but I didn’t even want to go back to the University for a customary photo or anything else. It went well like this, a little university university experience.
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