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        There have been many wonderful periods of time in my life and the one I have chosen to talk about here is high school. Not the English type of high school, but the Romanian one: those four years before university.

        Before I had got there, I had already got used to the idea that school is an unlikely place for friendships to occur and it can’t get any better than boredom and stress.

        Nevertheless,  it was with hope and confidence that I stepped into the high school entrance. From the very first day I could feel something was going on well. I had a cheerful feeling and I was very comfortable and motivated. People would mind their own business and, if they had to choose, would rather be nice to each other.

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        It was there that I really met people who appreciated me and with whom I could get on. Each morning – here I must make clear that I am a night owl – I got up with a smile on my face, even if outside was still dark. I would then take the bus and watch the sunrise on my way to the last station. The buses at that time of the day were terribly crowded and despite the fact that us pupils had special buses on which others weren’t allowed to board, no-one respected that rule. Afterwards, I would ...

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