First course, lectures in higher mathematics. The student enters, asks the senior of such a group to the dean. He stands up, moves a little, uncertainly moves toward the exit. The Prep:
"What are you afraid of? Well, it is not scary. I stood in the subway, waiting for the train. Here I feel someone’s gaze on my side, I turn around – there a guy looks at me and smiles at all 32 and asks:
Hi, do you remember me?
No, I am saying.
Three years ago I was removed from the universe.
The brain thinks where to run, and the legs decide to be cotton and refuse to cooperate. And here, you know, I am already through the farewell to the world suddenly hear that he, it turns out, his parents forced him to go to the technician, and he always wanted to go to the artist. And you are afraid of the dean here..."