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A story of a schooler

We all have been there, trust me. Do you remember the feeling when you come back home after school holding a tote bag in a right hand with shoes for changing and there is a heavy backpack on your back which is full of books, pencils, crumpled pieces of paper, bubble gums and crayons. Come on! Hold on! This time you remember vividly and probably you remember the exact way home, each paths and potholes on your way, recalling weather conditions and probably you were not alone but with two of your classmates. Maybe you enjoy those memories when you were by yourself and had an opportunity to unleash your curious mind and let it wandering here and there, making jokes about your classmates and teachers, dreaming about ways to become popular amongst the peers. Sometimes not so often you could read the signs and make fun out of them and you prayed God that someone needs to hear these funny things from you immediately. You laughed from the inside and people who accidentally could look at your fa

We all have been there, trust me. Do you remember the feeling when you come back home after school holding a tote bag in a right hand with shoes for changing and there is a heavy backpack on your back which is full of books, pencils, crumpled pieces of paper, bubble gums and crayons.

Come on! Hold on! This time you remember vividly and probably you remember the exact way home, each paths and potholes on your way, recalling weather conditions and probably you were not alone but with two of your classmates.

Maybe you enjoy those memories when you were by yourself and had an opportunity to unleash your curious mind and let it wandering here and there, making jokes about your classmates and teachers, dreaming about ways to become popular amongst the peers.

Sometimes not so often you could read the signs and make fun out of them and you prayed God that someone needs to hear these funny things from you immediately. You laughed from the inside and people who accidentally could look at your face passing by might have seen this intricate face expression of yours.

There were also days when you felt out of energy (probably bc you got so many bad marks and you expect parents being mad at you). These days could be noticed by the tiredness on your face and the gaze which is paying almost no attention to the minor interesting things around you (as you tended to notice them).

Your back is bent and walk is slow. You had thoughts in your mind that you are alone in this world and everything good is just vanished forever. However here goes the true magic, when you think you are completely lost and there are no other people who can understand you, there are always people who see you from their balconies while they are watering flowers and they silently salute you and support on your way home.