I studied! I read! I wrote! I passed! Nor I was so badly thus. Of this point in ahead, I made a great cleanness of> tequiniques gave to place for juridiques, wise person more not to write without starting for: Exmo. Mr. Dr. Judge of where it wants that he is . Not obstante to the frustrations of day-by-day, caused for the carried through desire not to obtain to write something, in mine vidinha went everything very well, until I came across myself with my first test for public competition.
This exactly, led for the wave of the instability that we live, for the unemployment and total lack of stimulaton to continue in alone career leaves in search of the public service. I started to study with tenacity the substances of Right, after all they were sufficiently including and they would have bigger weight, I relegated the Portuguese not for antipatia, but yes, in reason of the priorities that defended in my strategy worried spherically deceived when I came across with the test of Portuguese simply I did not find the answers, everything me excessively seemed strange and at the same time certinho. The used texts for the interpretation questions enviably were well written, Carlos Drummond de Andrade, who until then admired in such a way left, me rightened with its poetry, seemed that I went to sink in the chair felt, me as a true idiot ahead of that test; the writing then, nothing of came good me to the head, only Exmo. Mr. Dr. Judge.. In this day I perceived that I do not know Portuguese, I do not know to write, I do not know to read, I am total illiterate e, worse, everything that I had studied until then I was not valid me you are welcome. I confess that> I can!