Yes. No. I was learning the shape of waiting, the weight of a green checkmark, the silence after a wrong answer. OLV rode smartschool like a bicycle through rain — slow, determined, heading home.
I typed my code. The cursor blinked like a patient nun. Somewhere in the server logs, a 2012 chat message surfaced: “Wat is het huiswerk voor morgen?” No reply. Just the ghost of a read receipt. olv rode smartschool
The old login screen flickered. OLV Rode — Our Lady’s Victory, Red riding hood lost in a digital forest. Smartschool, that clunky ark of homework and half-forgotten passwords, hummed its low, gray hymn. the weight of a green checkmark