…Mr. D. now works in the same institution as I do and we meet almost daily. Yesterday he came asking me to help him with one thing and, as I was helping him, I said: “You know, Mr. D., I don’t know if you remember, but I was a student at the Pedagogical HS” , and he’s like…”Were you?”. “Yes.” said I and, to continue my moment of sincerity, I reminded him about the story. He remembered, of course (it’s been 7-8 years now) and he asked whether I was on the bench or not. Of course, I told him I was. He laughed and said “I knew it!”.

Then he kept asking me about my colleagues and my teachers and stuff and I told him….”I was in the same class with Aleera Smith, maybe you know Mr. Smith?” And he’s like…(here I laughed my ass off, Aleera!) he’s like : “Oh, Aleera Smith, Mr. Smith’s daughter, right, she was some sort of star of the HS!” (vedeta a fost exprimarea). Me: “Really? How’s so?” and him: “I cannot remember, but that’s what I know about her!”

Now, Aleera, did you or didn’t you piss him off with anything? Mwahahahaha!

Anyway, it was nice talking to him in different circumstances.

LE: oh, and during this conversation, I found out why he was so bothered by our gesture. He understood we yelled after him the word servici (that is job), which is spelled wrong in Romanian, it should be serviciu. Anyway, he always smacked his students’ asses when he heard them pronounce servici instead of serviciu, so when we (supposedly…cause I don’t remember doing it) yelled servici, he took it as an offense. AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHA!!!