My Story Edit
"It's terribly quiet here, don't you think?... Ah, no, of course not, what with all the shooting and bombing, I just mean... This is my job conditioning showing, I'm afraid. You see, I'm a teacher. An elementary school principal."
"With the start of the siege, the attendance fell, as many parents chose to keep their kids home. One young man advised me to cover the windows with mattresses from the gym. "That's silly, children need the light to read", I said, "and besides, it's not like anyone is going to target the school!"
"Parents were right. Just to appease their fears, I moved the classes to more sheltered rooms. And that saved the children when the army landed a shell right in front of the school - the window panes shattered, but the hail of glass shards fell on empty benches and seats. We covered the windows after that."
Ending Edit
SurvivedEdit
"The war didn't extinguish the flame that drove Cveta to give everything to her calling. And one day, she got a visit from a former pupil - the same who made a frantic call one Friday to make sure that his old school had really been evacuated."
"With the children returning to school, Cveta couldn't help herself from getting back to the familiar routine that once again gave a purpose to her life. But she never got rid of the fear for her pupils and of the returning nightmares.
My Story Edit
"It's terribly quiet here, don't you think?... Ah, no, of course not, what with all the shooting and bombing, I just mean... This is my job conditioning showing, I'm afraid. You see, I'm a teacher. An elementary school principal."
"With the start of the siege, the attendance fell, as many parents chose to keep their kids home. One young man advised me to cover the windows with mattresses from the gym. "That's silly, children need the light to read", I said, "and besides, it's not like anyone is going to target the school!"
"Parents were right. Just to appease their fears, I moved the classes to more sheltered rooms. And that saved the children when the army landed a shell right in front of the school - the window panes shattered, but the hail of glass shards fell on empty benches and seats. We covered the windows after that."
Ending Edit
SurvivedEdit
"The war didn't extinguish the flame that drove Cveta to give everything to her calling. And one day, she got a visit from a former pupil - the same who made a frantic call one Friday to make sure that his old school had really been evacuated."
"With the children returning to school, Cveta couldn't help herself from getting back to the familiar routine that once again gave a purpose to her life. But she never got rid of the fear for her pupils and of the returning nightmares.
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