1991-1995 from grades 5j to 9a, school is the best school of the year. Teachers were not loved then, and today they are the best in my memories. Oh, how I want to break in oh, how I want to come back for a day, to our street in 3 houses (Zhukova 1, 3, 7 who remembers) where everything is simple and familiar. Where there is no envy and anger.
Everything is cool, cool, but I remember in junior grades I was poisoned in the canteen with a sausage and some other teachers do not really treat the students in our class, so to speak, one teacher leads, I will not say who, but she, our class deprives and on sorah, sochah gives 3 options and puts the desks on the wrong side in order to see who what does