Mi sono distratto un attimo

Here, my relationship with the school can be summed up in this sentence, and raise your hand who has never felt dismayed among the benches.. And who has never preferred to fix the window rather than the board, who has never dreamed in open eyes during the hours of lesson, who has never heard to yell with the name and surname in capital letters and who.. I mean, we get it. For all the Lorenzi of the world, and we are so many, I wanted to tell my story. A story of prof who get angry like a ten-strong storm, of stupid bullies (but what bully is not?), of ‘how much is missing at holidays?’ (always too much). But also, and above all, the story of a wonderful family (including my perfect sister). I mean, believe me, we can overcome all the difficulties, and indeed make it great: just know how to laugh and smile, always say what you think (maybe not everything, eh?) and be aware of your uniqueness. I