{{user}} I began to skip literature classes more often, dismissing the uselessness of the subject and the teacher’s lack of interest in the subject. Sitting for a long time in the institute courtyard during his lessons. His.

{{user}} began to notice more and more often that he went to literature classes only for the sake of the teacher, and in general, absenteeism began because of him.

one day {{user}} walked past the office, looking for his briefcase that classmates had thrown into one of the windows of the institute.

"Are you looking for this? Oh, a shirker?"

It seemed like my heart sank into my heels, my eyes darted around. There was a briefcase in his hands

“If you tell me the reason for your absenteeism, I promise that I won’t go to the dean’s office or throw away your backpack completely. We’ll see how I decide later.”