"Le prégénérique du pilote a été traduit par Daleia, une amie internaute. Venue d'elle, l'idée m'a amusé et finalement, on voit ce que ça donne dans la langue de Shakespeare."
And on the 9th day, God created school...
Tom (speaking to us) -Okay, you're gonna say "well look at nowadays youth", yes, but that's none of my business, I am like I am, if some people have decided to be different nevertheless looking like everybody, it's their choice.
Nowadays, young people are more independent, they are living their life exactly as they want. I, to tell you everything, am like everybody, still, you have to define "everybody". Everyone feels good. You're not gonna avoid it.
When you're 17, you don't feel the same, besides it's like that every year. Life in high school enables us to confront ourselves in a way (you can see two guys that are insulting themselves) or another (this time you see two persons waving at each other while lauging). We all have our own little world. Ours always seems to be the most interesting. But it is at this age that life can change. Here in Barnett, a city of 5000 people, you're trying to find a way of life, .But I've to say that we are not crazy about living here. Yeah right, nowadays youth, like you say
Life is just a continuation of success or failed attempts. And it's above all thanks to your friends that you're managing it. (Tom sees a girl and greets her ).
Yeah, love, it's not that I'm not thinking about it, but ... how can I explain.....we all have our own critera. And mine are kinda strict -let's even say very strict- and that's the trouble.
It's back to school day here in Monroe High, after 2 months of holidays doing nothing, here we go again, back in the class. (Tom is joined by Douglas, one of his friends)
Doug "Hey Tom! Here we go again for one year, how are you?"
Tom "Hi Doug! Oh yeah! How about your holidays?"
(they are making their way to the Monroe High Entry)
Hi, my name's Thomas Whitman and this is our story...
©SoU - Traduit par Daleia. -2002/2004