Hey folks! Toaday Rosa want to tell you the most unusual story you've ever heard. This story is not about a person or an animal… It’s just about the couch. "When I was 14, I entered a private boarding school of foreign languages. I began to live in another city, separately from my parents. Of course, I went home for the weekend, but on weekdays I lived in a hostel at that school. I studied foreign languages really hard. Our teachers even spoke only English, so we had a non-stop practice.
That school was very prestigious. Its graduation certificate guaranteed the admission to the prestigious colleges. So, there was a great competition to get there. We had a hi-tec educational equipment at school. But the hostel was not so well-equipped. The hostel building was very old. There lived non-resident children and there was always lack of money to do the repairs.
I had a separate small room in the section where 3 other girls lived. There was also a terrible bed with an iron grid, which looked more like a hammock, and a three-legged table. Such a luxury… Not to mention shabby wallpapers and cockroaches crawling on the tables and walls.
My parents rushed over to my place and did all the repairs at my place. Later they also decided to change the furniture. They bought a nice bunk bed and the table, wardrobe and bookshelves. This perfect furniture took little space. That’s why my parents also bought a small couch, just in case other girls would come cover or my parents themselves would stay overnight.
For the six months I lived just in my studies, almost not even looking up from the books. It turned out that it’s not enough just to enter the school. You need to match the standarts. I was from a small town and I hadn’t learned much of what the children were taught in that boarding school. So, I had to catch up with almost every subject, except English.
Winter exams were coming. If I passed them on low scores, I would have been expelled. I was madly worried and I did not have any time. And if it were not for the teachers, I probably would not even eat. I was just nerding all the time. And the day before the first exam, I was so tired that I fell asleep right on my couch. I was too exhausted to even get on the bed.
Next morning I woke up and rushed to the exam like a wounded hippo. My hands, my feet and my head were shaking with the excitement. But it all suddenly passed in the classroom when they put the test in front of me. I saw the tasks and the answers started to appear magically in my head. I got my honest 100 points and I went home.
The following three exams passed the same way – I slept on the couch, run along shaking with the excitement and got the highest score for the exam. Soon I calmed down a little and before the fourth exam (it was English) I revised everything and went to bed. And... I totally failed the exam.
Just for an experimen, before the last, fifth exam, I slept on the couch. And of course, I passed the exam though I didn’t even open the textbooks. The couch was solemnly nominated by me as a «lucky couch». Later it was used for all my purposes and before every important day.
When I finished the school, I moved my couch to a new hostel at the college. It continued to be my little secret rescuer. It helped me not only in my studies, but also in many other things. For example, when I was preparing for a date with a guy and if I was terribly worried that he would not like me, I just dozed a couple of hours on the couch. The date then was as cool as it could be.
I was with a man for the first time on this couch. And a little later he became my husband. We got married at 19, because he said he didn't want to let me go. And I'm sure it’s because of the couch! I am kidding of course, but who knows…
The couch broke twice under people. Once a girl sat on it and the couch leg broke. It may seem that the furniture was old, and it could break any time…. But that «friend» set me up of a couple of months later. She took all the money that we collected for gifts to our teachers, and blamed everything on me, because I was the responsible. All my college-mates heard that. I could hardly prove it wasn't my fault. The second time was when the couch armrest canvas tore just under the ass of my ex-boyfriend. And, yes, that guy fooled me around with other girls and I was such a naive fool I did not know it. But somehow the couch knew.
We had a fire in our hostel not long ago. Luckily, all the students escaped and nobody was injured, but my poor magic couch was burned down. I think, it just finished its job because now I'm really happy – I have a beloved husband, soon I will get a diploma with honor and everything is going on very well in my life. I think I can handle other troubles myself".
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