Oto’s homeroom door
Used to be the Music room (as the art outside it suggests), now it’s History
The art in the school, where it still remains, is by my art teacher whom I didn’t like; he’s been dead for years now however
I didn’t think much when taking that picture, but now that I look at it…it scares me how much shit happened within the radius of just a few meters of where that picture was taken from. I’m not even gonna try to describe it all.
Suffice to say – I broke my leg just off to the right of this picture. And see that glass in the door? It didn’t used to be transparent, more translucent – until I broke it. Then there’s the dreaded math room on the left hand side. I can’t begin to say how much shit happened there. From fistfights to telling off tyrannical teachers to escaping various chases.
Oto had a very tough school experience – I don’t like to brag, but I was very likely this school’s top student that was never was actually top because some teachers outright hated me. That’s not paranoia, that’s just an individualistic student who would stand up to teachers in a system that was frequently Soviet and didn’t like individualism. I argued with teachers incessantly. I was bullied and would frequently be forced to defend myself physically. At the same time I had a streak of successes in a number of city-wide competitions in several subjects.
But I loved the school at the same time. There was a number of outstanding teachers whom I owe more to than anyone besides perhaps my family. There I met my best friends and had some frankly awesome times. And I mean hell – I have to give this place its due. Thanks to this and other ‘tough life’ experiences, I’m a much more balanced and pragmatic person today. It taught me to be mature and stand up for myself, instead of being some emo pile of goo
Geography classroom through that glass I once broke
Seems like some wall posters migrated here from the former Civil Defense class which is now the school’s only computer lab (using shamefully outdated PCs)
*to be continued*