Briller n’est pas un crime
End of term. The hallway smells of marker and photocopies; on the bulletin board, many starred notes. She walks noiselessly
Pas sans respect
It’s the first weeks of school. Everything smells like new books and wet sweatshirts. Matthew enters the school in clean
Je ne suis pas une « aspirine »
Afternoons two weeks in a row become long. The bedroom door is closed and the pillow gets wetter and wetter. In high school
Maria, pas Maria-Gulia
Dans la classe de maternelle, tout sent les crayons et la gouache, et sur le mur, il y a des patères avec de grands prénoms. À la récréation, les chants résonnent partout, mais celui de Maria est différent depuis deux semaines.
Sur la peau pour toujours
At the change of class, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror under the white light. The hallway smelled of cologne and wet paper
Deux visages et un nouveau
It’s the first weeks of school. The classroom smells of marker and freshly lined books. After a discussion, the desks look
Homeschooling
It was a bright morning. On the kitchen table, notebooks lay open next to a mug that was still steaming. The pace of study was set
Petit et flou
It was the sixth grade classroom. The lights were cold and it smelled of fresh chalk.