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Filmul "Me and you and everyone we know" e frumos ca o poezie a Magdei Isanos. M-a binedispus, along with the beautiful sun and the pretty dandelions. School is almost over and half of me longs for the shiny days of linger, while the other half shrinks at the thought of being alone and useless.
Now that i come to think about it, my highschool is pretty cool. On Friday i skipped two classes and got into the map room and read. No one disturbed me, the book really got me (if it proves worthwhile, you'll get a review). Then i got out, and we have this hill in the back and stood there, the sun invading my skin.
The Romanian teacher read us from Baudelaire and Rimbaud. Why isn't school always like that?