{"id":14813,"date":"2018-04-26T11:34:23","date_gmt":"2018-04-26T08:34:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/?p=14813"},"modified":"2018-04-26T11:51:34","modified_gmt":"2018-04-26T08:51:34","slug":"amintiri-cu-profesori","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/amintiri-cu-profesori\/","title":{"rendered":"Amintiri cu profesori"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ieri, \u00een timp ce m\u0103 machiam cu portocaliu, mi-am amintit de cerul portocaliu al doamnei profesoare de desen \u015fi am scris un text nostalgic despre asta. Reac\u0163ia internetului a fost impresionant\u0103. Oamenii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 spun\u0103 pove\u015fti cu profesorii care i-au format pe ei ca oameni. Pove\u015fti care m-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 z\u00e2mbesc \u015fi care mi-au adus lacrimi \u00een ochi. O s\u0103 citez o parte dintre ele, \u00een ideea c\u0103, de\u015fi e o meserie subremunerat\u0103 \u015fi dispre\u0163uit\u0103, meseria de profesor are \u00een continuare un rol uria\u015f \u015fi poate influen\u0163a destine.<\/p>\n

Poate profesorii care m\u0103 citesc pe mine vor deveni astfel con\u015ftien\u0163i de superputerea care se ascunde \u00een modestul lor rol de la \u015fcoal\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Textul \u0103sta a avut un efect \u00een lan\u021b. \u00cent\u00e2i mi-a colorat cerul dimine\u021bii \u00een toate tonalit\u0103\u021bile de la galben (a mea preferat\u0103) la portocaliu. Mi-a amintit c\u00e2t de privilegiat\u0103 am fost s\u0103 am dou\u0103 profe de desen, nu una, asemeni profei tale, ambele pictori\u021be profesioniste, ale c\u0103ror nume \u00eenc\u0103 mi le amintesc de\u0219i au trecut mii de ani de c\u00e2nd nu le-am mai pronun\u021bat. Angela Bocu \u0219i Marcela R\u0103dulescu. Ele au fost cioburile de curcubeu de pe cerul gri al epocii comuniste \u00een care mi-am petrecut anii de \u0219coal\u0103. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 mi-ai amintit de acele fr\u00e2nturi de bucurie.<\/p>\n

Ambele mi-au r\u0103mas model \u0219i \u00een privin\u021ba stilului de a m\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103ca. Pe atunci p\u0103reau un pic excentrice, cu \u021boalele lor de “fondul plastic”. Ni\u0219te hippiote rafinate, cu bijuterii originale, din alam\u0103, cu tot felul de pietre incrustate. Mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd mi-am putut permite, le-am cump\u0103rat \u0219i lucr\u0103rile. Raduleasca mi-a f\u0103cut chiar \u0219i un portret. Cadou. Cic\u0103 a inspirat-o forma perfect\u0103 a craniului meu (pe atunci eram tuns\u0103 zero – gen Shinead O’Connor).<\/p>\n

Adriana.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mitic\u0103 Arvat, care acum bea o cafea cu coniac \u00een ceruri, la taifas enciclopedic cu Doamne-Doamne, purta dou\u0103 perechi de ochelari, una peste ceal\u0103lalt\u0103 c\u00e2nd citea sau scria. \u00cel orbise temni\u021ba comunist\u0103. Povestea cum, dup\u0103 ce mama sa primise o telegram\u0103\u00a0cu chenar negru care o anun\u021ba c\u0103 fiul s\u0103u a murit \u00een timp ce \u00eencerca s\u0103 evadeze, l-au eliberat. \u201d\u0218i-uite-a\u0219a c\u0103deau babele pe uli\u021b\u0103, una c\u00e2te una, c\u00e2nd m-am \u00eentors \u00een sat, \u021bip\u00e2nd: Uite moroiu’!\u201d, ar\u0103ta cu gesturi largi cum c\u0103deau babele. \u201d\u0218i s\u0103 \u0219ti\u021bi, copii, c\u0103 eu respect mor\u021bii, merg periodic la cimitir s\u0103-mi pun o floare pe morm\u00e2ntul gol \u00een care m-a-ngropat mama!\u201d
\nPe l\u00e2ng\u0103 lucr\u0103rile de control la care r\u00e2ndul unu avea de conjugat verbul a oua, iar r\u00e2ndul doi verbul a f\u0103ta, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 faptul c\u0103 dac\u0103 nu ne descurcam cu vreo tem\u0103 la francez\u0103, fizic\u0103, chimie, practic la orice, ne puteam baza c\u0103 ne va ajuta, omul \u0103sta, mie, cel pu\u021bin, mi-a dat demnitate. Da, \u0219i singurul patru la rom\u00e2n\u0103, din toat\u0103 existen\u021ba mea. C\u0103 dict\u00e2ndu-mi o fraz\u0103 de treisprezece propozi\u021bii am pierdut o virgul\u0103 \u0219i \u201dun elev de talia ta nu are voie s\u0103 nu pun\u0103 o virgul\u0103.\u201d. Cred c\u0103 de-aia uneori le pun \u00een exces.\u00a0\"\"\ud83d\ude00<\/span><\/span>\u00a0Mi-a dat cultul c\u0103r\u021bii \u0219i bucuria de a citi, dragostea pentru mirosul cernelii de tipar. \u0218i tot de la el am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 dau – \u201dDac\u0103 \u0219tii ceva \u0219i \u021bii doar pentru tine te usuci \u0219i mori. \u0218i odat\u0103 cu tine cunoa\u0219terea lumii.\u201d Tot el l-a adus pe Nichita la \u0219coal\u0103, la \u00eent\u00e2lnirea cenaclului nostru literar. Erau prieteni buni, \u00eemp\u0103r\u021beau paharul, poezia, nebunia. Am pl\u00e2ns \u0219i nu m-am sp\u0103lat c\u00e2teva zile dup\u0103 ce Nichita mi-a str\u00e2ns m\u00e2na. Iar mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd nu i-am mai fost elev\u0103, ci coleg\u0103, a\u0219a cum \u00eemi zicea, iar mie-mi tremurau picioarele de emo\u021bie, mi-a povestit despre singura iubire a vie\u021bii sale, de care s-a desp\u0103r\u021bit c\u00e2nd l-au arestat, ca s\u0103 nu fac\u0103 \u0219i ea \u00eenchisoare. \u00cei scrisese de-a lungul anilor caiete \u00eentregi de poezii, de\u0219i nu s-au rev\u0103zut niciodat\u0103. \u201dC\u00e2nd \u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219ti iubirea, \u0219tii. \u0218i poate \u021bi se face fric\u0103. \u0218i poate e prea mult. Dar ea, Iubirea cu I nu-i dec\u00e2t o dat\u0103-n via\u021b\u0103. Mu\u0219c\u0103 din ea, tr\u0103ie\u0219te-o p\u00e2n\u0103 la pr\u0103sele!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nadia.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu \u00eemi amintesc de profa mea de filozofie din liceu, care m-a \u00eencurajat s\u0103 bat c\u00e2mpii cu gra\u021bie felin\u0103, lucru care mi-a asigurat, \u00een viitor, capacitatea de a g\u00e2ndi \u015fi de a sim\u021bi lucruri de dedesubt. \u015ei tot o excentric\u0103 era gagica. \u015etiu c\u0103 avea ochelari, c\u0103 m\u00e2inile \u00eei erau fine \u015fi lungi, iar pletele \u00eei erau lungi \u015fi negre. Dar nu-mi amintesc numele ei.<\/p>\n

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Ce frumos! Mi-am adus aminte \u0219i eu, tot din a 5-a (sic!), de profesorul meu de istorie, care ne-a povestit, efectiv, istoria antic\u0103. Era un erudit \u0219i avea o voce superb\u0103, la cei 27 de ani ai s\u0103i, de atunci.\u00a0 Ne-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gim Elada \u0219i grecii pentru o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103. P\u0103cat c\u0103 era alcoolic…<\/div>\n
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Ana.\u00a0<\/strong><\/div>\n
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Popa Roxana\u00a0este cea mai prof\u0103 dintre profe, ne-a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at franceza din Le Monde Diplomatique, ne recomanda muzica fran\u0163uzeasc\u0103 mi\u015fto \u015fi ne f\u0103cea s\u0103 credem c\u0103 o s\u0103 ne pict\u0103m noi cerul nostru tot timpul. Cred c\u0103 cel mai impresionant pentru un copil de liceu era c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i asculta cu aten\u0163ie ideile \u015fi te trata ca pe un adult.\u00a0\"\"\u00a0<\/span>Merci beaucoup!<\/div>\n
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Anastasia.\u00a0<\/strong><\/div>\n
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\u015ei, next level of awesome e c\u00e2nd Popa Roxana CHIAR VEDE asta.<\/div>\n
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Popa Roxana:<\/span>\u00a0Vaaaaai!!!! Sunt impresionat\u0103! Nici nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam c\u0103 am provocat a\u015fa ceva \u00een voi! Am g\u0103sit o poz\u0103 \u00een care tu schimbai lustra mea din buc\u0103t\u0103rie!\u00a0\"\"\ud83d\ude18<\/span><\/span>\"\"\ud83d\ude18<\/span><\/span>\"\"\ud83d\ude18. M<\/span><\/span>s. mult! Mi-ai f\u0103cut o mare bucurie.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0Profa de englez\u0103 din clasa a doua p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een clasa a patra, o doamn\u0103 extraordinar\u0103, bl\u00e2nd\u0103, r\u0103bd\u0103toare. A fost prima la care mi-a zburat g\u00e2ndul \u00een timp ce citeam articolul.<\/div>\n
Ada.\u00a0<\/strong><\/div>\n
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Uitasem de profesorul de limba rus\u0103 din clasa a VII-a. Ce drag am prins de materie gra\u0163ie lui… \ud83d\ude42
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Am avut \u015fi eu vreo c\u00e2\u0163iva astfel de profesori! Toat\u0103 stima c\u0103, fiind chiar \u015fi \u00een “Epoca de aur”, reu\u015feau s\u0103 ignore \u00eengr\u0103dirile \u015fi ne-au mai destupat min\u0163ile, ne-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 vis\u0103m, chiar dincolo de gardul de s\u00e2rm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103 din acele vremuri.<\/div>\n
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C\u00e2nd sec\u0163iunea de comentarii arat\u0103 a\u015fa, mi se mai atenueaz\u0103 \u015fi mie sc\u00e2rba din ce \u00een ce mai accentuat\u0103 de omenire. Prin urmare, keep these stories coming, please. Ce profesor v-a deschis mintea \u015fi v-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 \u00een\u0163elege\u0163i c\u0103 pute\u0163i mai mult? Unii poate nu mai tr\u0103iesc \u015fi e pl\u0103cut s\u0103 le aprindem o lum\u00e2nare virtual\u0103 cu aceste pove\u015fti.<\/div>\n
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