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The gym teacher’s lament

Umělec 2009/1

01.01.2009

Emma Rendel | cartoon | en cs de

1. I will not be a PE-teacher for the rest of my life
2. I might be a wrestler or a swimmer or a highjumper or a basketball player.
3. I haven’t decided yet
4. my coach always said that I had a lot of talent
5. I’m waiting for someone to see me and understand me and realize how talented I am
6. one day it will happen
7. ……..
8. the youth today is so much younger than I was when I was young





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