Ca sa nu uit, in anii batranetii which are soon to follow. my dad' absolutely precious reaction to my writing my final thesis for school, haha!
ma ia cu..."ce faci...um...[ma rog, our inside nicknames-nu e cazul sa le divulg]?"
zic "bine, scriu...(de fapt nu prea faceam asta, adik...definitely not)"
-"Ah...scrii la licenta?"
-"Aha"
-"Merge, merge? Despre ce faci tu?"
-"Eugenia nazismului"
-"Ce, ce era asta?"
-"Elementele slabe din societate. E cam nasol ca tre' sa culeg tot felul de chestii de ici-colo..."
-inchizand ochii o data in semn de aprobare, "Pai, sa culegi, tata".
Si iese din camera. That's as far as his curiosity took him; or courtesy.
hahahahaha!!!! god!! how cool is that? si probabil nici n-o sa mai intrebe ceva pana dau examen. sau poate doar asa ca idee CAND am examen dar...nu sunt sigura. My dad was never preoccupied with such things. mama zice ca pe vremuri nici nu stia in ce clasa era frate-miu. eh...i dont' mind! less invasive, the better for my stress I guess, si cum eu nici n-am tanjit dupa o prea mare apreciere a "eforturilor" mele, pt ca in general nu prea le depuneam, it sure didn't bother me. it is a bit weird though, a bit disfunctional...eh...dar cand eram mica am facut ceva teme la mate cu el, ca d'eh, trebuia! he must have hated those, losing the news and all-haha! all's cool...
