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There is a box full of memories. I keep it in my parent's house, somewhere hidden. When I come back home, I search in this box sometimes. Parts of my life are there. Beautiful memories. ...the box is full of letters: the first love message, the correspondence with Andra, Larisa, Andreea, Adriana; leaflets from my classmates, poems, feed back from different projects, 'secret' posts, small souvenirs. Reading some of my high school classmates' letters, got a bit surprised: they saw me becoming a lawyer or a  high class member in the Parliament; some others saw me as a journalist or a person involved in big social activities; somebody saw me President :) None assumed that I will involve in the academic life, cinematography and charity.  Here I have my grade transcripts from primary school. The highest grade all over. And so I continued until college. Good start, I must recon. :) Need to say that my primary school teacher was my mother and she was the most sever...