From the start, I questioned myself on one big issue: "What will I be doing to fill the years before I can start work as mom and dad do?".
I also liked to make fantasies which included lots of toys, some pets, playing at the doctor with the neighbour's daughter, and much, much more.
All this until I had actually signs about my duty to go to this... how should I call it.. "school", where I was supposed to stay with other children, mess around a bit, and then be sent home with some books to read or something to write in my notebook.
The first day's been memorable: my parents had NO idea where to bring me to school yet, and so we tripped around, stopping now and then, when mom saw we were near a street where a school was reported on the Yellow Pages, and told dad to stop. We even happened to stop by a catholic girl-only first-school. I can still remember how pi$$ed looked that nun when she told mom that boys weren0t allowed in. But evidently my destiny was to eventually end up in a catholic institute, since we found then a "School of the Oblate Nuns of Mey and Jesus" (what da heck) where I *cough*happily*cough* stayed for 5 years.
The only thing I clearly remember from the secondary school is that one day, in the 1st year, I saw the elder students participating at a fart contest in the corridor. Quite no interesting, so I avoid remaining to watch till a winner was proclamed. The air was getting too dense.
Big breath now! The time for the high school
had come, and I remember, the very 1st day, that a fat boy ('lo Marco 
)
asked me if the seat near me was free "Sure" I said "::if you
can fit::" I thought, but, after that, we really proved the best friends
ever. He really liked how I could piss him off from 8:30am to 1:30pm, and,
believe me, that WAS funny.
Nothing, I repeat, nothing, was so exciting as witnessing how those 80286 could survive in the PC room, we learned there that a PC could actually run WITHOUT an Hard Disk, and was during that period that mom's old 8088 was taken out from the pile of dust it was breeding, and put onto my desk. All I was able to do at the time was "type filename.ext" -- but don't misunderstabd me -- I liked it!
"Use the force!" often I repeated to myself, and I got SO convinced of it, that one day, during an History lesson, while all we students were trying to play the perv games of our teacher - that means we had to guess the what he was thinking about while explaining the arguments of that day - I got definitely angry at him... I mean, I just used a synonim, not the word he wanted, so I wispered "f*ck youuu!!" and he heard me. Maybe it's been due to that episode that I only got a C in history that year. Maybe it's been due the same episode that I was the only one who got both A in History and Phylosophy in the last year... kewl!
Now... I am the classic depressed university student, going to attend the 5th and last year of my course, and losing my time making these pages while still on vacation.
My average grade point is 29.83 out of 30, but I can't rest: what is coming promises itself as the worst course year ever. I am supposed to work on a graduation thesis about Fuzzy Logic in Orthodontics. Don't ask me what it means, I dunno. Not even I think my own professor does. But I like it, since the mathematical probabilities I'll graduate with an honourable mention, are in the range of certainty, and at least I am going to work on something original! The whole work will be trying to explain to the professors of the commission WHAT THE HELL is Fuzzy Logic, after which the 20 minutes I'll be allowed will be passed, and I'll be free.