Clases

Esta entrada es para introducir comentarios sobre las clases. A mí se me ocurren algunas anecdotas:

En 1º A, algunos iban a clase en zapatillas y el profe de Álgebra se enfadaba mucho

En 2º, el profe de materiales, Camarena, nos llevó a ver una obra de un compañero, creo que era Saturnino Iglesias. Una cimentación con los muros hechos antes que la excavación, con bentonita.

En profe de Dibujo, don Domingo Melendo, el del mercedes nos llevó también a ver una obra de su constructora. ¿Cómo se llamaba el obrero que se encargaba de colocar los negativos?

El profe de Inglés nos transcrbía de un caset canciones de Leonard Cohen como
Historia de Isaac
The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.

Y "The partisan"
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Una vez un perro se estuvo colando en las clases del Raya, y él seguía dándo la clase.