Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

T.O. BOBE

Personal Essay

Then the studentswent to school and they all wrote a personal essay on the topic what I did on my summer vacation spitballs left their heads in a wind like from Pifuri and Rahanuri the spitballs rose slowly and hit the yellow lampshades hanging in the classroom a wave is when they form letters with their tongues between their teeth a storm is when the teacher passes among them and says backs straight the teacher stands and hits her bun on the lampshade heat wave is when the students think looking up to make their feet tappity-tap the teacher takes the heel off her shoe the compositions were always too short they’re supposed to be four pages any shorter means you had an unhappy vacation backs straight says the teacher look you made a blot the notebook is the mirror of the student sunrise is when the page with the battle of Posada is blown by the breeze the student in charge shuts the door you have five more minutes says the teacher and puts the tip of her shoe on her desk her feet smell like the oil from the wood floor pass in your notebooks boredom is when the bell rings and the key around your neck taps your colored shirt button

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