Olv Rode Smartschool Direct

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.

The school bell rang inside my chest. OLV — a monogram stitched onto blazers, Rode — the rust on bicycle racks by the chapel, Smartschool — the click of a mouse at 11 p.m., a mother calling up from the stairs: “Ben je nog aan het studeren?” olv rode smartschool

"olv rode smartschool" — here’s a short piece built around that phrase: I typed my code

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. Just the ghost of a read receipt