Does anyone have a question?

Does anyone have a question?

There were six of us in the front row of desks in our class

Three desks immediately to the left of the door and

And two full rows of six desks further left from us

Back row by the window had a view to the promenade

The second grade of the gymnasium, classroom two

Old building, third floor

First classroom hour

Lesson of psychology, preparation of the discussion

Stages of cognitive development, socialization

Development and dynamics of personality

Too much beer last night

Who said beer

Music much too loud, little sleep

Psychology

If possible, postpone the discussion

Second school hour, geography

A strong south wind is blowing

The professor smokes on the way to school

A scout from the back bench by the window reports

He turns to light a cigarette and continues in the opposite direction

After five minutes he will understand and turn around

We must be losing ten minutes

It is geography, pity

Third school hour, mathematics written assignment planned

Urgent measures must be taken to cram paper into the old wood stove

fumigation of the classroom

The professor has asthma

Cruel and mean fumigation when the lady enters

Nice person, but she has one flaw, she teaches mathematics

We certainly postpone the written assignment

Mathematics solved in a hellish plan

We go through all that and then comes history

The professor is teaching and in the middle of a lecture he asks if anyone

has any questions

I could have kept quiet and let others ask

Excuse me, professor, why did their king retreat and our king run away?

Isn't that the same?

Then he took the school diary and by the end of a history class, Waterloo

We were falling like a bundle of wheat one after another

Only indignation is heard, but mister professor

But we could hear only the professor's sharp voice, sit, park, enough, end, quiet

And at the end of the day, my favorite literature class

The task was to learn one love song each and recite it in class

I prepared ~Big and Red~ by Prévert

I planned to look at the teacher and recite

None of that, fiasco

She turned me towards Andrew and I had to recite the song to him

to the very end with full emotion

Friday, the end of the school week

Saturday's birthday at Mary's place

Early Sunday morning, an earthquake destroyed the old school building

The third floor with our classroom was now on the lower floor,

The roof is somehow tilted, half of it is missing

People in pajamas in the park and the promenade

No church bells sound from the old town

Birds hide and are quiet

Reviews

[carl]

Those of us who have experienced no such things can not fathom what it is like, how something so common place can turn so quickly and drastically from normal daily to calamity - great title and great ending. -carl