I have a little white box full of great expectations, naivety and hidden romance: a box with my school letters. Joyfully-painful, like the spring sun which is too bright for one's tired, winter eyes. As I recently thought: those bright, wet and cold spring days, when you leave school and go to the metro station -- no, those sunny days didn't lie. I am quite successful, I have done a lot of things after school, though not everything I wanted. Those days didn't lie.
And I am much, much happier now -- less anxious, more grown-up. I even don't envy the kids all the time since I don't have their burden of daily homework.
You little box. You innocent spirit of youth and hope. I haven't changed that much, I swear. I did become sort of mature, that's true. I'm much more a woman than a girl. I'm not that disappointed person one may find in literature, but not very naive, no.
I don't want to go back: life was not a bed of roses then, as it isn't now, you white bed of dreamy roses. But the hopes, but the expectations, vague and sunny thoughts about future...
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Sometimes I think -- what if I hadn't become a RSUH student. What would I miss? Several amazing people, my Croatian adventures... and that's, basically, it. The idea that university education changes you is true; I didn't realise it until recently, because we philologists know so few terms, and I personally know so little facts, that you don't seem to be much more wise. But the way you think, at least about some things, changes; and my logic is much more logical now.
And I am much, much happier now -- less anxious, more grown-up. I even don't envy the kids all the time since I don't have their burden of daily homework.
You little box. You innocent spirit of youth and hope. I haven't changed that much, I swear. I did become sort of mature, that's true. I'm much more a woman than a girl. I'm not that disappointed person one may find in literature, but not very naive, no.
I don't want to go back: life was not a bed of roses then, as it isn't now, you white bed of dreamy roses. But the hopes, but the expectations, vague and sunny thoughts about future...
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Sometimes I think -- what if I hadn't become a RSUH student. What would I miss? Several amazing people, my Croatian adventures... and that's, basically, it. The idea that university education changes you is true; I didn't realise it until recently, because we philologists know so few terms, and I personally know so little facts, that you don't seem to be much more wise. But the way you think, at least about some things, changes; and my logic is much more logical now.
