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Little story of life

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The halls were filled by tired students who just wanted to finish the schoolday in that hot July.
We went into the classroom 105 for the psychology lesson, the last of the first year in High school for most of us.
I let the bag falling badly next to the desk and I set down, Donata next to me with an upset look.
She had headache and I was making too much noise for her...

Just like if everybody in that fucking prison was quite and silent!

Mrs Valery came inside and said "good morning" politely to us.
She called our names, mine as first, and signed on the e-record.

"By the moment it's our last day, I want to introduce you to your summer homework: watching the first season of lie to me.
I hope you will enjoy it. Could someone of you come here to load the video?" Asked the teacher.
Obviously, Emanuel and Lorenz stood up and went toward the school computer.
After a while they were trying to make it work and we were not-so-softly chatting together, the boys gave up because the sound was to low.

Then, we decided to move into the next-door classroom, the 104.

I collected all my items, as my friend and classmates did, and we walked in the second room.
Even if it looked impossible, it seemed hotter then the first one, but the computer was working, at least.

Sick for the weather, Mrs Valery decided to switch on the ceiling ventilator, so she got up from the chair and pushed the breaker.

Bad, horrible, dreadful, tragical mistake...

The ventilator fell down, inclined to the teacher desk, and crushed noisily against it, not even a metre far from the professor...
We all gazed at the ventilator, then at the Mrs and at each other in the oblivion silence, then we all burst in a chore of hysterical laughter.
Our poor teacher was simply shocked, unable to fix herself.

Luckily the Friday before one of my classmates noticed that the ventilator was hanging to the ceiling just by a cave and it looked really weird, so we had decided to move all the desks at the sides of the classroom, so nobody got hurt.

We were sure shocked, but not hurt!

Three years are passed now, but many teachers still remember that story and every time they reminds it we tell them that it happened to us, I would add with a little too much excitement.

Anyway, the story also finished on the local newspapers and it was crazy!
I still got problems trying to hold my laughters!

And that's why I don't trust ceiling ventilators!
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