A străluci nu e o crimă
End of term. The hallway smells of marker and photocopies; on the bulletin board, many starred notes. She walks noiselessly
Nu fără respect
It’s the first weeks of school. Everything smells like new books and wet sweatshirts. Matthew enters the school in clean
Nu sunt „aspirină”
Afternoons two weeks in a row become long. The bedroom door is closed and the pillow gets wetter and wetter. In high school
Maria, nu Maria-Gulia
În clasa de grădiniță, totul miroase a creioane colorate și tempera, iar pe perete sunt agățate umerașe cu nume mari pe ele. La pauză, cântecele răsună peste tot, dar al Mariei este diferit de două săptămâni.
Pe piele pentru totdeauna
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
Două fețe și una nouă
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
Mic și neclar
It was the sixth grade classroom. The lights were cold and it smelled of fresh chalk.