The other morning, while I was working the soil around my areca nuts—twenty-three trees, each one I planted myself—I thought about how these exams promise a "posto fisso" yet measure nothing of a person's real patience or care. My daughter spent two years preparing for her engineering entrance, and her marks were khoob good, but the competition was so fierce she barely scraped into a college that costs me half my salary. I wonder sometimes if the market for teachers and engineers would sort itself out more honestly than these endless committees and graduatorie—at least with a tree, you know exactly what you've earned when the harvest comes.
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