Vlad Mușat
I can feel how the pimples on my back are about to break out. I don't take my eyes off of her when she is teaching. I am the best at mathematics, but this year I am failing, just so I can see her again in the summer. I am always helping my colleagues on tests, and on my paper I write only 1+1=0. Two days ago she told me that I let her down, that at 18 years old, just before the Baccalaureate exam, I am not allowed to be so careless. I was watching her low-cut and hoping that the class won't end. I started smoking today, because I saw her standing in the doorway of the teacher's room eagerly puffing on her cigarette.
Radu Gramatovici
It was summer and she was telling him what she would like to happen in her life. Don't copy it, he interrupted her. What? Don't copy your future. But I am not copying it, all that I am telling you are my wishes. I thought a lot about them. I am not really trying to copy anyone, I am analysing and being guided by my wishes. Then stop copying your wishes. And then what? When will I be happy? How? She was looking at him through her eyelashes, with a quivering bottom lip, like she was waiting for something. When you'll stop copying, he told her, like always, disappointing her.
Vero Anttheia Teodoru
Sensei Miura, who came for an exchange of experience in Romania, was pleasantly impressed by the remarkable students in our schools that know so many useless things, and other weird stuff. An eshaku bow then she thanked for everything. A notebook jumped out of a student's arm, and out of that notebook, a bunch of little papers with a small writing. Lady Miura was stunned. Her thoughts went to the Chinese rice grain pictures. That was one of the things that she never understood. What are cheat sheets.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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