since I was small I have a problem with discipline. is, I try to do what they ask me and I must say that, thanks to a certain frivolity of thought, as well as reduced criticism, I would also be led to perform orders without question. the real problem, the question that made me, in order, a poor student, a little worn for sports team play, a conscientious objector without a real little man (oh, all "congratulations" received over the years ... after a long career and imperseverante messed up) is that I get distracted. yes, I get tired easily and then I try stimuli fall into temptations, more sloth than by choice, and I find myself doing what should not be done.
the teacher in elementary school I always used to say, Louis said, you have to stay composed, and I, yes sir, and I sat with your back straight, the soles of the feet are laid on the floor, elbows out from the bench and did everything right. I looked like one of those mannequins in the form of a child who saw the standa, when mom brought me there. but it lasted little. I finally distracted, I heard a voice, came to mind and things to do in the back, feet, education, the teacher and the rest just did not think more.
then the Italian lady, the teacher just called me to the chair, it did deliver my line drawing, one of those beautiful 60-cm transparent plastic, which I always imagine having a sword made of crystal and I used to play to decapitate my classmates, I did reach out to her hands, palms down and said, sooner or later you will learn the discipline.
even now, when I see the soldiers, I am instinctively a sort of tingling in knuckles. 
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