It was a cold December day, namely Saturday, December 20, the last day before the holidays, so much coveted. Now I was in high school boards in the first four months and I got used to the Friday of studying these damn notes of strategic geography. We had the meanest teacher, and especially bastard asshole of the school. Pasquale Trogu. But the Friday before was different. Trogu follows a very specific queries a day, one day said, one day questions, said one day, and so was all the time. The previous lesson was questioned, so it was assumed that the votes were to say today the questions and went on to explain, especially before the holidays, so as to give us homework. Fattostà that I had not opened the book and so I was not totally prepared.
Carolina argued heatedly with Laura, my neighbor's desk during the busy time change. There were those who nervously studying, in my view unnecessarily, the notes of the professor, who was laughing, joking, there were those who, like Kristian, shouting the worst things. 'Leo, trust me! What today is the shit and wonders, trust me! It does not have the brain of a normal person, is a student killing machine! Enjoys the frightened faces of the respondents! ' I said, even screamed as the casino, to be sure in reason.
'But it is impossible Kri! It would be pointless. Today, if questioned, would leave us with nothing to do during the holidays, and it is inconceivable for a sadist like him! Believe me. And then might ask, do not interrogate MUST! I do not know what it's talking! Yesterday I went out and figured if I start to study after a query '.
'If I were you, go over, so as not to take 3'. In fact, he was right, better at least know what you speak.
'Um, you're right actually. OK, throw me your notes, please? '. He pulled out his notes from the folder and then move. As I read to reluctantly unnecessary details about unknown people of Arab desert region, I heard the uproar that raged in the classroom and tried not to notice. The bell was rung about five minutes now and everything starts to sit, order desks in pairs, in rows aligned with the tile floor, put on the bench atlas block to the clipboard, pen, black and red. Just wanted Trogu, and each time, with great reluctance on the part of the class, it was so. When everything was in place was silent tomb. My companions looked like wax figures, obviously belonging to Seve, who was standing quietly against the wall to send messages, almost belonged to another world. Passover (as we loved to call him behind his back) came after several minutes of silence beginning. The atmosphere was gloomy: the low winter light that could be seen between a cloud and the other filled the room with a light gray pearl. Easter came in with the usual wrinkled face and all the students, or nearly so, they were petrified of the professor to look at every move. Finally began with the usual "Good morning boys." The class responded with a murmur of half-hearted, which made even more wrinkling his nose. He sat in the usual chair with arms by pulling out of the leather bag the little red book for questions.
'Calculator! Please .. '. But no one stood up. 'Go girl, the professor will eat mica!' still nothing. 'One of you stand up or I'll go through hell!' ground his devilish. I looked at Kristian, Laura, John, seemed to have no intention of giving up. Then I crossed eyes with Lame, imploring eyes to get up. Finally got the message and got a lot of truancy, with calculator in hand. Trogu barely lifted his eyes from the red notebook of questions, reaching out to Matthew, waiting for the calculator. He informed the votes to those directly affected, of course with the usual jokes of wheels to tease and humiliate. When it came time to put the bag in the red notebook he looked at us in the eye with a smile that did not understand. He turned the page, finding a white woman. The total fell more frost on the class, I stopped the heart for a few seconds. I had two lights for eyes, wide open in the direction of the chair. Laura became a curse by escape snigger those who were close to us. Everyone was terrified, but someone who did not understand the situation well or did not care. After some minutes of suspense called the children to be slaughtered:
'Well ... Fanchini, then ... let's see ... Well, granted, RISTOVA ... e. .. who again? Any volunteers? No eh ... Fagg then '. I was, Fagg was me.
I tried to bring back to mind all that I remembered, what I had just read. But the utter emptiness harbored in my mind, except a few "thrush" which was around the head, looking for a nest that was not there. Well, I did not remember anything. It was the first time I went on the block. Perhaps because the last lesson I had been absent, and then I had not even had the opportunity to follow the explanation. I calmed down, and little by little birds nest in the back of my head. I was trying to induce someone to the temptation to ask a question, so as to lengthen the stock, hoping to buy time and perhaps give a peek to the clipboard. Seve looked desperate, great party in these situations. He instantly realized the situation and put the phone in your pocket.
'Excuse me, Professor ... 'He began. 'How to holiday homework we have to thoroughly study the notes, right?'
do not know if insanity, recklessness, self harm, the most complete stupidity or stubbornness has led him to ask the question. Remember, 1st rule: Never call the "prof" Easter! Pain? Public beheading. It was so. Trogu looked up from the register and "little red book." The look was indescribable, anger, folly, hatred deep disgust. Everything was painted in the face, creating a monster.
'Forgive professor Seveglievich, I felt good demand. It was by chance: "Excuse me Professor, how holiday homework we have to thoroughly study the notes, right?" Or am I wrong? '.
Poor Seve blanched. Perhaps he realized the glaring error committed hours. But it was too late, the situation was hopeless.
'The Professor, so I can adjust the'. No he had not realized the error. Was bleached by the tone, perhaps. Trogu got up very slowly, moving towards the victim.
'Seveglievich, professor, I am a teacher! Remember, do not teach! If you want to call me professor, Mr. Trogu, Professor Trogu. Certainly not with a simple prof. You call your mother "but", or your classmates Sogaro, So? ' Seve
now had a smile painted on his face. 'Well, Professor, if it happens maybe, depends on the situation'. Trogu blushed and yelled something unique and then go sit down. The time taken was little. The theater had lasted no more than 10 minutes between a response and another. All whispering to each other, exchanging ideas and opinions of the incident, wasting more time at Easter, that I was now forced to demand silence to continue with the interrogation. Between a point and another 20 minutes had passed since the beginning of the lesson. Each passing minute I was sweating more and more, nervously reading the notes of Laura, in the throes of a frenzy of unknown origin. Usually I was calm and cool, do not reveal emotions, but nothing that day, a desperation. Trogu finally succeeded in getting the attention of the class and to restore an atmosphere of terror who regularly hung between the walls of the classroom.
'Well, after this long and pointless digression we can begin to question?' the deathly silence was a yes, though not convinced and wanted. 'Good. Let's start with Carolina, why the Region des ... '.
knocked on the door. Rule number two: never stop talking while Easter.
'Next! But is it possible that you can not do a search in peace!? '.
entered a caretaker that he began by welcoming the class. He had a paper in his hand with something written on it, was signed by the principal, then it must be something important. Easter was called to the office for some reason and had to go there now! Having heard the news of the class rejoiced in silence and I, personally, I thanked the heavens with silent cheers from the stadium. The professor mumbled something under his breath, asking the caretaker to stay here in class that "control". Trogu went broke when the pandemonium. Everyone stood up cheering, first questioned the three of us, that thanks to this or that reason we were able to postpone the catastrophe. I spent the time studying hard, trying to store the highest possible number of concepts, but with poor results. Unfortunately for us he returned after a few minutes, too short to put off the question. When he returned to class was furious, his big nose had become the same color of the cheeks: burgundy. He sat in his chair and sighed loudly.
'We were saying? Ah yes, Fanchini, why the Arab desert region takes this name? And what are the human characteristics and land? Quickly, please, time is running out! '.
Carolina began to speak very nervously. Unfortunately, it was always, studied, applied, we put the soul, but could not unlock. I was not listening to what he said, I was very concentrated on a clipboard, book, atlas, prints Cartography. From the whispers of Laura, who was his best friend, seemed to have responded excellent, "good for her," I thought a concept and another. Now the baton was passed to Kristian. Obviously the teacher did not lose the opportunity to weigh the fact of being a foreigner, the usual shit. In any case, Kri did his usual great figure, even though Easter had long dwelt in the past, questions about the program. It was two minutes in the recreation of the sound of the bell, now I was sure of having escaped, confident that I requested in the next lesson.
'RISTOVA Very good, really good. I would say that today was a very good question, I'm satisfied. We now hope that Faggionato not ruin everything '.
Rule number three: never take anything for granted.
Well ... you had me fooled. My blood froze in my veins, but I was unmoved, as if to prove that they have nothing to fear. I studied all that time, and I was sure to succeed.
'Well, Leonardo, dry answer, since we do not have much time. Because the region examined so far, was the most suitable to host a mentality, a population, a religion, a Muslim? '. No why me?
The silence and disbelief descended on the class, stunned by the question. Even the man par excellence of the class looked at Easter with wide eyes. I had made. It was not written anywhere, had never mentioned or suggested. These were the classic questions his "reasoning". I tried to spit the first things that came to mind, but it served little. After 2 minutes of agony rang the bell.
'Nothing eh? Well, goodbye to everyone and I would recommend: studied. Do not like your buddy here. '.
I jumped up like a fury, sending the chair upside down and the guy behind me. Laura took my arm, looking at me with eyes as if to say "no, it's worth it." I apologized to his companion and I sat back down. Furious.
Carolina argued heatedly with Laura, my neighbor's desk during the busy time change. There were those who nervously studying, in my view unnecessarily, the notes of the professor, who was laughing, joking, there were those who, like Kristian, shouting the worst things. 'Leo, trust me! What today is the shit and wonders, trust me! It does not have the brain of a normal person, is a student killing machine! Enjoys the frightened faces of the respondents! ' I said, even screamed as the casino, to be sure in reason.
'But it is impossible Kri! It would be pointless. Today, if questioned, would leave us with nothing to do during the holidays, and it is inconceivable for a sadist like him! Believe me. And then might ask, do not interrogate MUST! I do not know what it's talking! Yesterday I went out and figured if I start to study after a query '.
'If I were you, go over, so as not to take 3'. In fact, he was right, better at least know what you speak.
'Um, you're right actually. OK, throw me your notes, please? '. He pulled out his notes from the folder and then move. As I read to reluctantly unnecessary details about unknown people of Arab desert region, I heard the uproar that raged in the classroom and tried not to notice. The bell was rung about five minutes now and everything starts to sit, order desks in pairs, in rows aligned with the tile floor, put on the bench atlas block to the clipboard, pen, black and red. Just wanted Trogu, and each time, with great reluctance on the part of the class, it was so. When everything was in place was silent tomb. My companions looked like wax figures, obviously belonging to Seve, who was standing quietly against the wall to send messages, almost belonged to another world. Passover (as we loved to call him behind his back) came after several minutes of silence beginning. The atmosphere was gloomy: the low winter light that could be seen between a cloud and the other filled the room with a light gray pearl. Easter came in with the usual wrinkled face and all the students, or nearly so, they were petrified of the professor to look at every move. Finally began with the usual "Good morning boys." The class responded with a murmur of half-hearted, which made even more wrinkling his nose. He sat in the usual chair with arms by pulling out of the leather bag the little red book for questions.
'Calculator! Please .. '. But no one stood up. 'Go girl, the professor will eat mica!' still nothing. 'One of you stand up or I'll go through hell!' ground his devilish. I looked at Kristian, Laura, John, seemed to have no intention of giving up. Then I crossed eyes with Lame, imploring eyes to get up. Finally got the message and got a lot of truancy, with calculator in hand. Trogu barely lifted his eyes from the red notebook of questions, reaching out to Matthew, waiting for the calculator. He informed the votes to those directly affected, of course with the usual jokes of wheels to tease and humiliate. When it came time to put the bag in the red notebook he looked at us in the eye with a smile that did not understand. He turned the page, finding a white woman. The total fell more frost on the class, I stopped the heart for a few seconds. I had two lights for eyes, wide open in the direction of the chair. Laura became a curse by escape snigger those who were close to us. Everyone was terrified, but someone who did not understand the situation well or did not care. After some minutes of suspense called the children to be slaughtered:
'Well ... Fanchini, then ... let's see ... Well, granted, RISTOVA ... e. .. who again? Any volunteers? No eh ... Fagg then '. I was, Fagg was me.
I tried to bring back to mind all that I remembered, what I had just read. But the utter emptiness harbored in my mind, except a few "thrush" which was around the head, looking for a nest that was not there. Well, I did not remember anything. It was the first time I went on the block. Perhaps because the last lesson I had been absent, and then I had not even had the opportunity to follow the explanation. I calmed down, and little by little birds nest in the back of my head. I was trying to induce someone to the temptation to ask a question, so as to lengthen the stock, hoping to buy time and perhaps give a peek to the clipboard. Seve looked desperate, great party in these situations. He instantly realized the situation and put the phone in your pocket.
'Excuse me, Professor ... 'He began. 'How to holiday homework we have to thoroughly study the notes, right?'
do not know if insanity, recklessness, self harm, the most complete stupidity or stubbornness has led him to ask the question. Remember, 1st rule: Never call the "prof" Easter! Pain? Public beheading. It was so. Trogu looked up from the register and "little red book." The look was indescribable, anger, folly, hatred deep disgust. Everything was painted in the face, creating a monster.
'Forgive professor Seveglievich, I felt good demand. It was by chance: "Excuse me Professor, how holiday homework we have to thoroughly study the notes, right?" Or am I wrong? '.
Poor Seve blanched. Perhaps he realized the glaring error committed hours. But it was too late, the situation was hopeless.
'The Professor, so I can adjust the'. No he had not realized the error. Was bleached by the tone, perhaps. Trogu got up very slowly, moving towards the victim.
'Seveglievich, professor, I am a teacher! Remember, do not teach! If you want to call me professor, Mr. Trogu, Professor Trogu. Certainly not with a simple prof. You call your mother "but", or your classmates Sogaro, So? ' Seve
now had a smile painted on his face. 'Well, Professor, if it happens maybe, depends on the situation'. Trogu blushed and yelled something unique and then go sit down. The time taken was little. The theater had lasted no more than 10 minutes between a response and another. All whispering to each other, exchanging ideas and opinions of the incident, wasting more time at Easter, that I was now forced to demand silence to continue with the interrogation. Between a point and another 20 minutes had passed since the beginning of the lesson. Each passing minute I was sweating more and more, nervously reading the notes of Laura, in the throes of a frenzy of unknown origin. Usually I was calm and cool, do not reveal emotions, but nothing that day, a desperation. Trogu finally succeeded in getting the attention of the class and to restore an atmosphere of terror who regularly hung between the walls of the classroom.
'Well, after this long and pointless digression we can begin to question?' the deathly silence was a yes, though not convinced and wanted. 'Good. Let's start with Carolina, why the Region des ... '.
knocked on the door. Rule number two: never stop talking while Easter.
'Next! But is it possible that you can not do a search in peace!? '.
entered a caretaker that he began by welcoming the class. He had a paper in his hand with something written on it, was signed by the principal, then it must be something important. Easter was called to the office for some reason and had to go there now! Having heard the news of the class rejoiced in silence and I, personally, I thanked the heavens with silent cheers from the stadium. The professor mumbled something under his breath, asking the caretaker to stay here in class that "control". Trogu went broke when the pandemonium. Everyone stood up cheering, first questioned the three of us, that thanks to this or that reason we were able to postpone the catastrophe. I spent the time studying hard, trying to store the highest possible number of concepts, but with poor results. Unfortunately for us he returned after a few minutes, too short to put off the question. When he returned to class was furious, his big nose had become the same color of the cheeks: burgundy. He sat in his chair and sighed loudly.
'We were saying? Ah yes, Fanchini, why the Arab desert region takes this name? And what are the human characteristics and land? Quickly, please, time is running out! '.
Carolina began to speak very nervously. Unfortunately, it was always, studied, applied, we put the soul, but could not unlock. I was not listening to what he said, I was very concentrated on a clipboard, book, atlas, prints Cartography. From the whispers of Laura, who was his best friend, seemed to have responded excellent, "good for her," I thought a concept and another. Now the baton was passed to Kristian. Obviously the teacher did not lose the opportunity to weigh the fact of being a foreigner, the usual shit. In any case, Kri did his usual great figure, even though Easter had long dwelt in the past, questions about the program. It was two minutes in the recreation of the sound of the bell, now I was sure of having escaped, confident that I requested in the next lesson.
'RISTOVA Very good, really good. I would say that today was a very good question, I'm satisfied. We now hope that Faggionato not ruin everything '.
Rule number three: never take anything for granted.
Well ... you had me fooled. My blood froze in my veins, but I was unmoved, as if to prove that they have nothing to fear. I studied all that time, and I was sure to succeed.
'Well, Leonardo, dry answer, since we do not have much time. Because the region examined so far, was the most suitable to host a mentality, a population, a religion, a Muslim? '. No why me?
The silence and disbelief descended on the class, stunned by the question. Even the man par excellence of the class looked at Easter with wide eyes. I had made. It was not written anywhere, had never mentioned or suggested. These were the classic questions his "reasoning". I tried to spit the first things that came to mind, but it served little. After 2 minutes of agony rang the bell.
'Nothing eh? Well, goodbye to everyone and I would recommend: studied. Do not like your buddy here. '.
I jumped up like a fury, sending the chair upside down and the guy behind me. Laura took my arm, looking at me with eyes as if to say "no, it's worth it." I apologized to his companion and I sat back down. Furious.
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