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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-05-05 | | For eight weeks (since the beginning of the second semester), every Monday, from 12 to 14, when I look out of the window in the class where I was scheduled to have my English seminar, I see a classroom situated at the same floor in a building opposite, at a distance of... hmm... I don't know, but enough to see what happens there quite clearly... and there is another teacher having a seminar there at the same time. There are always very few students there... but they are interested and they do their work... I have looked and seen the same scene for 7 weeks, when on the 8th week, i.e. on April 14, I became aware that the teacher who was teaching the seminar was handsome. Tall, dark hair, dressed in a suit. I have never thought of him in this way till April 14. Till then, I have only seen a class, students, another seminar being held at the same time, in the building opposite, a teacher writing a lot on the blackboard, explaining, students writing down on their papers. What could he be teaching? Some technical subject, most probably, not a foreign language. Who was he? Were we ever to meet face to face? Most probably not. After this semester, I will never see him again, not even like this, from a distance. What building could that be? How could I get in there? And if I got in there, would I be able to find that respective class? Has he even noticed that there was another seminar being held at the same time in the opposite building? Has he ever noticed me? Or he has only been preoccupied by his formulae (I assume) he's writing there on the blackboard? I've never had any of those thoughts till the 8th week of the second semester... Why's that? I left the class with regret... but then, after a while, I noticed I hadn't been thinking of him for a good while... I can live very well without him. There are plenty of attractive men of this type in this world, after all... Ah well, but I'll have a nice view for the remaining weeks of this semester. I smile inside. *** I dont feel like wishing to meet him anymore... I guess those were just silly thoughts on a horrible, cloudy, rainy weather that makes me drag along feeling sleepy... *** Suddenly, I begin to hate him. What if he has a girlfriend - which the bastard probably does... I feel cheated on and I never wish to see him again... I am furious but also sad and I feel like crying...
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