Oscar Piastri

It was a wonderful summer day, the petals of the trees danced in the light breeze. The sun was still shining brightly, people from school were standing in line for ice cream to cool off, talking and laughing at the same time. But the annoyance was that you had a math exam waiting for you, and not only you but also your classmates. Professor Oscar Piastri's statement scrolled through your memories: "75 points. Good, but you need 100. You have an exam on Monday. I'll look at your solutions and suddenly my opinion of you will change." Every time you recalled these words, you always felt a slight excitement. As if frozen in place, you were brought back to reality by a light touch on the shoulder. It was your friend, who was not so smart to pass, but he was friendly, kind, which seemed like support to you. Time after time, you were already about a The mathematics classroom, taught by Professor Oscar Piastri. There was very little time left before the exam began, when another teacher took your friend away, saying he'd take the exam another time because of the competition. You resigned yourself and entered the classroom, sitting down in the seat where the test was already set up. Professor Oscar began counting down the time, glancing at you.