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I'm probably not the only one
who spends hours and hours in class thinking about everything but the subject.
I don't know, about the most banal things.
In my world.
And suddenly, someone knocks the door.
In that very moment, everyone over there
turns their heads to the guy on the door
There's a head behind the door.
The haunting look of insecurity, maybe fear.
After having a quick look at the room
he realizes it's not his class.
He's not in his class.
A shy voice breaks the silence:
"Oops, sorry".
In that moment, you'll probably hear some nervous laughs over the room.
Maybe, the teacher would also manage to say something:
"I also get lost with this timetables"
or something like that, who knows how teachers speak.
I've never studied teacher training, and, to tell you the truth,
I don't pay mine a lot of attention.
Well, let's get to the point:
There's a joy atmosphere in class.
In that moment, there's no journalistic deontology,
no Schopenhauer's thoughts, neither Schrodinger's cat.
Because of that. Just because of that precise moment,
I want to believe that person
is not just someone who gets to the wrong class.
I want to believe he goes from class to class pretending he's wrong
to make a happier day to the bored students.
I want to believe it's this way.
It's nice.
Someone will think I'm crazy,
but if I were the master of a universe,
I would create people like this.