I wrote a few days ago about how my students tragically mourn before the exams. I wrote sarcastically because it hurt. And in the comments I got a post that all the students in the world are the same.

Fortunately, not all, or rather, not all are like that, and I want to tell the story directly opposite.

It was a long time ago, in 2006. I studied with a Vietnamese student. Small and fragile. Sick with leukemia. At the lecture she came to me with a moving dropper, and a needle in the vein. She never complained about anything, was a frequent guest in my office, very much she wanted to understand organic chemistry. It was painful to look at her, she was sweating, her skin of olive colour could become pale-green in half a minute. But she was always smiling. She solved my tasks in such a state that any of us, including me, would have been faint for a long time. She asked for delay only once - she was operated that day, her bone marrow was transplanted, probably. I passed the exam the next day, on the hard four. And with this hard four and finished the semester. And the four I get is not as easy - they in the class gets a maximum of 15-20 percent from the entire stream.

I don’t know what happened to her now, I didn’t have any contacts. And the memory of her remains, she gave me a clever piece of stuff at the end of the semester, you know? - Well, there if for one hidden tip to drag, then the whole slice in the tape will dissolve. I didn’t get rid of it, she gave me this Vietnamese puddle with all her heart. And I want to believe that until now, her fragile, but such a hard mouthpiece is guarded by this shark.