Trash in my backpack
Late morning. The classroom smells of marker and lunchboxes, and the light slants in over the desks. As you sit down
It smells good
Friday afternoon class. The building is breathing slowly and the sun is bending through the glass. In the second module, Alexandra
Hat in the air
It’s an afternoon on the way home. The bus is hot with so many people, the windows are fogged up and someone is drawing
Andrei brakes the silence
At the change of classes in high school, lockers clatter like dominoes and the hallway smells of wet coats and marker. At recess, Andrei
Shame was not mine
t’s sixth grade, in the damp autumn. The classroom smells of marker and wet jackets and, in the hallway,
First name: Elena
It’s the change of classes in the 2nd year of ESO. The hallway smells of sweat and disinfectant from the gym; echoes of whistling come
I’m not “aspirine”
Afternoons two weeks in a row become long. The bedroom door is closed and the pillow gets wetter and wetter. In high school
One course ahead
It’s the change of classes between 7th and 8th grade. The hallway sounds like a tunnel: lockers close loudly, folders open and
The greeting that hurts
It’s the first day of school. The hallway smells of book covers and new rubber
Maria, not Maria-Gulia
In the kindergarten classroom, everything smells of crayons and tempera crayons, and on the wall there are hangers with big names on them. At recess, the chanting sounds everywhere, but Maria’s has been different for the past two weeks.