Repetitions. Which means that each class, of those that go into the matricular exams, is a rerun of the curriculum of previous years, two classes in a block mostly, three or four of them a day. Brought the shooting poster and posted it.
Eight of may. Wednesday. Lots of maths. On written in russian, a three, ha, ha. Got hold of the yellow guy from our hungarian class to explain a few things from hungarian grammars.
Ninth of may, victory day. Who'd say, nothing to recognize it by. Probably because the war was over on 15th in Yugoslavia. Sonja took me out of a class, needed me for something in the staff room. Turns out the news spread around that I learned to type, and she needed some piece of text retyped, can't remember what kind and what for did she need it, guess for something to put on stage. It was interesting to sit there for that half an hour, almost nobody noticing me, as I sat somewhere almost in a corner. Seeing all the professors as they were when they're with themselves, look, regular folks.
On 10th she appeared because it was a friday. No clue where we went.
In the afternoon I gathered my earnings and bought „A nice pair“ by Pink Floyd, which is their first two album published together.
Eleventh. Ran all over the school, looking for Beštara for the key. A test in maths. Was at komitet, shooting the solemn session and some reception at city hall, for the cops (doesn't matter that security day is 13th). Got some sort of badge, dead tired from being on foot too long in the heat. Some local photographer got drunk and cursed us amateurs, with a new curse he just invented for the occasion. Took a nap at home. Tried, that is, but it didn't work out, someone came. In the evening I gathered all the prerequisites, candle, matches, tobacco and arrived at the agreed half eight, but she was there at seven, waiting half an hour for me, said some sister-by-something came so they took off to town. She was in gimnazija in the morning with her roommate, to pick her political school diploma. Lit a cigarette in the schoolyard, and Gavra came to give her trouble, which she fired back at him to everyone's astonishment, she didn't know he was a janitor.
She didn't feel like going to Čurda, so we went to disco (i.e. Dom) but got bored there so okay, let's go. Almost unwillingly, but once there... we finally played that game of strip poker.
Somewhere on the way back we picked Mariška and her then guy, and I left them all on Groš. Promised to come on sunday.
From there, straight to school. Tomorrow is the shooting, so this night they guard the rifles in the school. They were locked in LML's cabinet, where he was also nodding it off, while in the yard the gang gathered and played cards on two tables - a game of gangsterica on one, and tablić, sevens or pref on the other. Lots of guys - J.B., Sredljak, Gavra, Sokrat, Čarga, Hazim, Jolpaz, Mjedac, Jozda, Radoje and a few others. Hazim and Radoje asked me to drive them to the railroad crossing (west) and Jozda said to drop him off somewhere halfway. Gavra said to just drive, sleeps better in a car. I had that hat in the car somehow and had put it on. Drove them where they wanted, returned Gavra to the school and went home to sleep.
Dad complained somewhat that he'd need the car during the day, but actually later than I'd return so okay. It seemed I'd get a heatstroke again, but then I didn't really need that hat, it got cloudy soon. By the firing line we had three of us with cars. I carried six rifles, Jolpaz, Mjedac, Vlada, and Hazim as the bannerman; the rest went into the other cars.
Staša held the two leftmost positions out of thirteen. It turned out that several classes fell short of filling the line, even though our IV5pp was the smallest, at 26 of us, but then none were present in full. The ammunition, once it reaches the line, must be used because returning it is complicated, so we shot for the absent. Mjedac, on next position, said to shoot the target of the chick he was in charge of, so she had nine hits out of five bullets. Then he went off to the target line to count the hits, and Čombe replaced him.
LML shooed Zova from the firing line at the beginning, said he doesn't need frajers with sunglasses. Soon the rain began.
To speed up the shootout, the team at the target line was recalled (luckily, because I just got stuck there with two guys from IV3 in the ditch). The hill behind the firing line, serving as a shield for the fields behind, began to crumble, the clay was soaked. When we carried the spare targets, I had hard time going down into the ditch. It was even harder to get out. To prevent the accident of last year, when Borče dropped the rifle so its barrel stuck into the soil, LML told me to bring the car to the firing line, just in case. The path was already soggy, and as it was also slanted, I waltzed a lot, but I got there.
All in all I fired some 30-40 shots, with about 85% score. Never repeated that.
The rain, of course, stopped when we were done. Driving back was more difficult, the trunk being full of weapons, the path slanted and the front axle heavy. They had to push me back up three times. We also loaded the wet mats and the sacks with empty cartridges and I drove all that to the schoolyard. We cleaned only the mud off the guns - the real cleanup will be the task of someone else, who likes to do that. The sun was hitting at ease.
Got home, changed into dry clothes, had a nap. Played the Floyds before I passed out. Was waken up by a kiss, she arrived. I wrote down that the room was full of sunshine. The room is facing north.
Then we got into a bit of a dispute about my prom. She meant to come too, but I talked her into going to ekskurzija with us instead.
On monday (13th) I sold the half hole joke (01-VIII-1971.) to the descriptive geometry professor, says „once we were on radna akcija to plant trees, if what I dug counted at all, must have been as half“. The review of the last maths written, 4 or a 5, don't know anymore and it didn't matter then either. Baki collects cash for drink. We sat on the bank and took swigs, didn't have the time to get shaken, went home to lunch all sober. In the afternoon the library, gathering more stuff for the defense of my matricular work.
On tuesday we already started to sing, it's just my class who developed a liking to maths and wouldn't come down, they just love to sit in a class. Left only after three full classes. Singing went on in the yard, some on the bank behind. The yard choir sang „oh wish I had a“, while from the (women's) toilet Bajče and Mjedac go „when merry Bosnians sing“. Our historian* first lends his ear to the yard and closes the window, song is no good. Then tells the orderly to pull the door ajar, this one is much better.
There was singing in the hall, at the staff room door. General chaos.
Then sat with J.B. and one guy from IV3 in Central... and had a mineral water.
In the afternoon watched „The strawberry statement“ in Dom, probably the third time.
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* so it turned out that he didn't quite retire, just passed us and a couple more classes to the little witch, for this year, and then he retired.
9-III-2021 - 10-VII-2026