#studentie

Cum îți finanțezi studiile? Creditul investeste in tine este un credit finanțat de Guverul României și CEC Bank. Cu banii pe care statul ți-i dă, poți să îți finanțezi cheltuielile din perioada de studiu. În plus, poți acoperi inclusiv cheltuielile cu cazarea într-un cămin studențesc. Află aici care sunt condițiile de acordare și alte informații relevante.

Mulţi studenţii de la USM s-au îmbulzit să vadă dacă au prins un loc în cămin: “În…

Video Simteau un miros ciudat, asa ca s-au dus sa verifice ce se intampla. Cand au deschis usa au incremenit! Uite ce aveau doua studente in camera lor de camin

Studentia este perioada in care multi adolescenti dau de gustul libertatii.

Foarte multi ajung sa stea in camin si de aici apar povestile savuroase despre fel si fel de intamplari. Clipul de mai jos insa reprezinta un exemplu foarte bun pentru “asa nu”.

Filmuletul, lung de 6 secunde, a fost realizat de o colega care a intrat in camera unei colege. Mizeria pe care a gasit-o acolo este de nedescris.

I almost had a breakdown when I went to Cluj last week. I started listening to my music on iPod. I still have songs from 2009 on it, so the songs I used to listen during uni are all there. And as I was approaching Cluj, Spacebound from Eminem started playing. I remember the song came out when we were at the beginning of our relationship, around the time we said the first ‘I love you’. I had a flashback of us sitting on my bed listening to the song. July 2011. I didn’t think he’d haunt me again. I took a walk through the city with the song bursting out loud in my earphones and I felt like he was just walking beside me like a shadow. He was talking to me. He was holding my hand. He was holding my heart again for a moment. Or two. He saw my eyes filling up with tears. He didn’t say a word. In a blink of an eye I was back again on our bench. The minutes I stood there reminded me of a lost eternity. If only he knew I went back. And how I went back... 'Would you mind taking us a photo?’, a man asked me. I stood up from our bench, took my earphones off and snapped a few photos of the group of tourists. I smiled at the thought they believed I was a local. I put on my earphones - the same song still on repeat. But the tourist was right - I was a local again. I was finally back for a moment, only without...him. He wasn’t there anymore.