As sure as November is more gloomy year after year (or is it only the summers, which increasingly hot, does that make the cruelest times of arrival of the cold winter?), there are times when it no longer touches land: the end of semester exams.
For two weeks, there is no question that revisions of cards, readings by heart and face all these little details that seemed so familiar to us before and who face the prospect of the blank , escape, evaporate and fade away into a myriad of vague memories.
Yesterday, things became serious, the real copies, not from those who inhabit our nightmares and is deleted as the pen glides on the surface, not true, those who would paralyze us almost arrived on tables labeled with our names. The anxiety of choosing a topic has slowly infiltrated the sounds of plastic packaging and paper stood slowly, breathing is made shorter, less discreet sighs. Time for a second I I'm surprised to dream and look around me, this incredible human tide as I probably did not take advantage of this weekend yet sunny, sweet and full of promise, a crowd that had starved stress this whole last week. Then came the bottles of water, soda water, syrup or fruit juice, cereal bars, biscuits, buns, cookies and chocolates, sometimes one small bag or two, even whole packages , arranged in rows of onion between the packets of tissues and pens. All back to the primary classes, I saw these little kids carefully packed finery in their blue and white, the ultimate reminder of our younger years when the breaks lasted half an hour and a taste of ten hours was stamped sacred ritual. Faced with my blank table food, I asked myself, how can you resist the urge to snack to draw solace and get revenge, all those sweets including stress me private ...
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