Today's days have been, to say the least, curious. I've been studying in seven different classrooms, each with dozens of students, some in similar conditions to mine, but most still have the habit of holding onto their seats, which, along with the common beauty of youth and their willingness to group up, unite in the last vestiges of High School.
Contacts that lead to a phone number exchange are rare, and when they happen, the possibility of a call is nonexistent, limited to something exclusive to the eve of exams and assignment deadlines. However, even so, there are those few individuals who captivate, even if the contact is just a "hello" in the hallway, a smile when going down the stairs, or a "see you next week" when we return to the same class.
I will mention one in particular because it's her birthday today, Natália, she reached the age of criminal responsibility; as a colleague put it, now she can be arrested. I've only spoken to her three times, but I remember all three occasions. The first time I gave her my email, and the trauma was so great that for the other two times, she has treated me with a formality worthy of French princesses; it must be fear. I don't even study in her class; I show up there sometimes, or always, because I've grown fond of classmates like Paulo Cesar, Dalva, Daiane, João, Ana Lucia, and others who, even without me knowing their names, never deny me a smile, and I give them a very nice "good evening." And there's someone who studies there, but whose mention should be made separately, and Vismar; the guy has been my everything: brother, friend, go-to guy, psychologist; he's a man in the making.
From the classes I study today, I spoke for 7 minutes with a very beautiful girl, and even though the subject was anxiety about the Theology exam, I have to mention her here. Hi Amanda, I hope you did well on the exam!
I've gotten used to the smiles. In the class led by master Antônio Resende, a true master, the smiles that make me get up at 6 am on Saturdays are from Isabel, Valmir – what a mischievous man – and Hertez smiles a lot, that man. Sosefáh has impeccable posture, and when she smiles, she blushes all over; she's too beautiful. And there's Luiz, all intellectualized. In this class, there's Iyo, a Japanese girl, who is just the best!... but she has a boyfriend, to the campus's general sorrow. José is a hallway tourist; the guy ate dog food. Rafael studied in the Northeast and has already studied everything I thought I needed to study, and he's still studying; I don't know. And there's the girl with the shy and religious demeanor in the corner; she smiles at me, and I don't even know her name. There's another one who always wears formal clothing with excellent taste, who also has a smile that only God can create. The back row is just noise, but if she doesn't come to class, the day is lost.
From TGE, I move on to the revolutionary mind of Anthropologist Wilson; the man is pure brain, there's never been anyone with more discernment; he's a machine. Iyo also has class there; the room is one of the fullest, 60 students, I think more! It was formed by the union of two classes. There are smiles there that are jewels, and that of the blonde girl who sits in the center of the room – excuse me – I win the week just by seeing her. But the kids there also help; Thiago takes a while to laugh, but when he laughs, it's sincere, and Diego laughs only when he's nervous. Romulo laughs when no one else laughs; he's an enigmatic guy; he seems to disagree with the master, and because of that, I'm a fan of his.
The afternoon class is a "cutie" in the *lato sensu* sense of the expression. I think the average age in the room is 12 years old. Okay, okay... 4 PM, I won't give it more than that... although I could. There's Dona Fátima, a guy in a red tie, people who help add years and improve the average.
There's Gustavo, someone I see as a friend; I respect his impartial and balanced stance; he doesn't flatter anyone; the guy is just good. Nilson exudes friendliness, and the princesses: Polyana, a humanist, in the style of our master Julio de Oliveira; Júlia is indescribable, beautiful, and most importantly, she's nice; Jéssica is sweet. There, I would enumerate the most atypical types; there are many and they are unforgettable, but time forces me to refer to them later so I can do so with more care.
I promise that by the end of the week, I will describe the Theology class; I like the professor, Ana Pinheiro. TGP with Diógenes, a class that seems to be built for attending the lecture, with students coming from all corners, and of course, Professor Graça, with her sweet demeanor, and our grade-A classroom. There's IED with Professor Alessandra... too much to cover... I'll be documenting it bit by bit.
