Adventures in the early years of college
Even now, after many years, I remember with pleasure the period I spent as a student at the University, years that I can only renew in my memory, but I cannot turn them back if I want to.
What would that mean, give up time, right? It is impossible … Whenever I remember that beautiful period makes me feel good, and like the hairy silver hair and hair of the beard, I come back to the initial state … now I do not know how many years ago.
Lord !!! how stupid I was doing, which gave me a terrible state of joy and youthful joviality, a state that I often want even now. Do you really think I do not have it until now ???
Do not you think it was a dementia to run into the university halls after a jerk of paper, say you play soccer with other madmen, but without a ball?Of course, I received a lot of reprimands from the teachers, but I did not care, anyway, it hurt me exactly in the slippers why they said or thought about me. You know, as if they were not like me in their youth !!!
Finally, I took with my memories, and I would like to tell you some funny laughing phases that happened in a single day, as though God himself set them in such a way that that day is great , full of smiles and joy.
It was a sunny spring day, beautiful when I took a map where I had nothing but a few white sheets and a pen, and I went to the University.
The alley that connected the main gate to the headquarters where the courses were held, was blooming with blooming lime, with a specific smell that makes you feel and create an extraordinary state.
“Even so, to be a really extraordinary state but not to learn but to go to the park with a friend for a walk, and why not? in the shade of the trees to steal some sweet kisses “or I pray to a beer with my buddies … uffff was too early for that” … young dreams …
I finally arrive in the classroom, meet with my colleagues, who, sincerely, did not have a wish to learn, but given the morning hours and two classes of “reinforced concrete, calculus and resistence”, at who did not have a manual, I was stuck without blinking.
The teacher was a great guy, even though he seemed a bit dizzy with his head in the clouds, but excellent as a teacher and very close to the students, more offset a little or a desire to go to the park.
Being in the morning with my eyes sleeping after a night spent with a book of adventures in my hand, I sat in the bench but somewhere behind me not to be noticed.
He had a special feeling, a developed sense of observation, as if he were a psychologist and not an exact science teacher.
After a few minutes he entered the room and after the morning of the morning, he left a deep silence of no biting in the air would have been heard.
“Good morning, my children …” I heard him say starting at class time.
The truth is that I did not have any books to learn from for the exam in the summer session, and the courses were priceless and very useful. However, he was never present or absent, but at the exam he always said to those who were not very much in the class with a gentle and quiet voice, like the Kaa snake in the Jungle Book …
“Kids did not really attend my classes, let’s see what you learned and what you know …” – just like I said earlier … damn fine psychologist! But it burned you on the note …
Please, the course room had four tables that were translated from top to bottom and vice versa depending on how they started to write.
He had a terrible style of teaching and writing everything synchronized on the board, writing with a chalk with his right hand, and with his left wiping the board, as if he suffered from a teutonic cleansing and there was no one around to help him.
But what was the height with no sheet of paper to him that he could put on the chair and inspire himself to teach the course.
You would have said he had a complex computer in mind, the students were saying more jokingly, more seriously that he was a relative with Einstein, knowing all of them outside, but that was the reality.
Making complex mathematical demonstrations on the board, and every time at the end of the course, we ask our students, if we understand, we’re more joking, more seriously “Ohhh, of course, Professor …” … with eyes on he and his mind flying elsewhere.
At one point, – (the phase that I will never forget as long as I live) – stops speaking and writing for about 10 minutes, moves away a little bit of board, she thinks, approaches the board again in the idea of completing something at the written demonstration, and does not write anything.
And he moves away from the board, and he approaches a few times, screaming like a drunk at the exit of the car, or as a drugged parachutist when he finds out after he has dropped off his parachute. (as real as possible, or so I saw at that time). I was looking at him and I could not believe it, it was like in a movie whose sequences were repeated as if the device had been blocked, sequences that never ended without any definite finality.
But finally he put his right hand in his pocket, took out a tram ticket and stared at him. I was ecstatic for the fact that this teacher was wrong and did not know what to do.
He reads the ticket, lights up on his face as if he had won a lot of money, puts the note on the desk, and with a huge happiness he started to continue the demonstration from where he left.
Students looked at the scene with a heartbreak, as once the teacher had copied a formula he did not know, he did not have that ideal computer.
At the end of the hour, he emerged urgently from the room as if a storm followed him, but forgot the magic ticket. We, who were curious about what was written on the note, were immobile to the chair to see what was written.
I do not want to say what deep disappointment I had when I read it. What do you think he was writing on the ticket? surprise? “Dear, do not forget to pay the phone!!!”
The phase was like in stupid movies, feeling like I’d cut my own leg under the feet, in other words, stupid, with a strange look.
As a teacher, he made the joke, but when he entered the classroom at the second hour, he had a jolt on the face satisfied, seeing the girls’ babies tamped without words.
With enormous satisfaction, he continued his course not before telling us, siding “I made you at this stage … what do you think I do not know what to do? … it is your turn to see you exam….”.
Please, at the break after that I took it, we decided to go for a beer to drown ourselves bitter, even if the day was compromised and risk being absent in the other courses that followed.
We went to a recipe known to us “At the repetitive student …” but to which we have given a problem that had not been before, the problem that has made us laugh. At the entrance there was a big poster on the wall that was written in letters … “Do not drink without food”. The right ones at the time, the city dwellers practiced such habits, probably because of the restrictions in those troubled times.
What to do? I did not have food money, but only a few coins in my pocket, wasting just a few beers.
Do not imagine it would have come for a better beer, the idea was to drink as much beer, even of poor quality, but nothing else counts.
As I generally have been one of the leaders of the initiations of as many madmen, I have a brilliant idea of a 20-year-old young man.
I talk to my colleagues and share their idea, they are totally agreeable, and we sit down at the table while waiting for the waiter. The pub looks like a Greek tavern, full of smoke, with a look that is not very appealing at sight, with gaudy tablecloths, illuminated badly and obviously the latest clients, especially the neighborhood beggars.
After some filthy curtains of time, impregnated by the smell of poor quality food, somewhere in the moths, (do not imagine that we went to who knows what a luxury restaurant but a late bomb explosion bomb but from the 5-star bomb class … all under 0 obviously … hahahaha), a desirable, bald guy appears with a cigarette above his ear with a long, stupid face, a loud voice asking in a … “What do you serve, gentlemen?” …obviously trying to have the elegant wearing of a luxury restaurant garcon.
We knew exactly what I was saying I responded in a voice, (I forgot that I was 10 at the table), well, please, “Bring us 10 beers and a bun, this for the first tranches, later we will see …” .
I mean, I broke into a terribly provocative razor on our part as well as on the waiter, which became more friendly to us.
I think you realize what followed after that, as if we were at the Carnival in Rio, we warmed up a big day, we danced in such a manner that to get home we needed the compass and the map, and even with the bulletin in we did not know how to call, and at the end the waiter gave us one extra beer on duty.
See why you think I said life is beautiful, and if I could get back in time I would like to be a student again.
But what can I do to keep my future? … If I was Nostradamus I would definitely tell you ….
September / 26