It's incredible how fast time goes and how a single moment during change “kids in grown-ups”.
High school…animal high school…emotions…too many feelings I can gather to, There are so many memories, There are so many moments that I wish I can bring back, to go back and childhood. Passing incredulous at the huge gates of the school, nu AAMWU that will fi, I did not know anyone and not even I thought I could get so close to those people. Sunt profesorii May, are people who paved the way my life, who taught me what evil and how to accept in a society now and bitter and I think my colleagues, were all small, with bags ( as if I was still in school) We looked at each other perplexed, I wanted to know and yet avoid, But time passed and we found each other personalities.
Clasa a IX – a…a young sweet memory, We were buds that follow to find purpose of life. About the tenth grade may be more to say, I close my eyes for a moment now enter again into the atmosphere breaks and the times in which we all help each other…... and yet I was testing I was not ready .. but some risk and we help each other even if it means that one of us long time to choose with no small note, I was a young group of daring.
Class XI was was the moment when we felt each other supercooled, they start to make so-called “churches” and only we are children of class IX to any prostioara jumped to be all together, But with the beginning of the twelfth grade I realized that everything seemed to make us distant from each other was just an opinion; was incredible, most beautiful year of my life was a Class XII, went and saw such safety precautions as if the teachers a little regret in his eyes.
I started a new life in high school, But that ended too soon. I know people that although I do not want to get so close to my heart, reached. Time passed…I seemed to have started the countdown classroom and I wanted all my heart for him to stay there…in the same bank from among the glass with my colleagues, cu care de multe ori chiuleam, saream a gard, station”sase” when any smoke…and pain-mi…I miss childhood and are aware that time left behind will not be back, but I know that there are memories that will never come to an end.
Those who have no memory of high school beautiful lie to himself, isi mint sufletul, no man who does not have a small memory, or mica nazbatie, any teacher who does not support, expensive or time of the chiulea….Now see poateeee…high school years are.