Hababam Sinifi Sinifta Kaldi Page #6

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he would never think to do that.

What if there was someone

who did think to do that though?

Well, then the situation

would change of course.

Mr. Mahmut! We're ruined Mr. Mahmut!

We're ruined! We're ruined!

- What's wrong, principal sir? - I didn't

like the look on his face when he left.

- Whose?

- Who else's? The superintendent's.

He must have complained. The minister

is coming. The minister of education.

- Yeah?

- There's no way out this time.

He'll close the school. But you're a

witness. Didn't I fire Mr. Akil at once?

- Yeah you did.

- We need to do something.

- It's over. Everything's over.

- Slow down, don't get agitated.

God is great.

Welcome esteemed minister.

You make us proud. Welcome.

- Thank you. - I'm the school's

principal, Muharrem Gr.

- Vice principal, Mr. Mahmut.

- Is that so? - Welcome, sir.

- Would you like another tea, sir?

- No thank you.

- A piece of cake?

- This is enough.

Enjoy your meal, sir. How

did you like our school?

Good, good. Very good.

Thank you, sir.

Don't hold back.

I figured I'd visit a few schools while

I was already in Istanbul. But I had...

...a special reason for

visiting this school.

- What is that, sir?

- I came for Mr. Akil.

- You came for Mr. Akil?

- Yes, I heard he was teaching here.

You know what? I was also a teacher. The

person who made me love this blessed...

- ...occupation was my philosophy

teacher Mr. Akil. - Mr. Akil?

He is a very talented and valuable

teacher worthy of respect.

- But I don't see him. Is he not here

today or did he leave the school?

Mr. Akil? Would Mr. Akil ever

leave this school, sir?

He's our most valued teacher. He felt a

bit sick so he's resting for a few days.

I'm sorry. I would have liked to talk to

him. Well tell him to get better soon.

Give him my respect and sympathy.

I always hold him in high esteem.

Stop for a second.

- How are you, students?

- Good, thank you, sir.

- I guess you got what you wanted.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- You're very great. Thank you.

- Actually, I want to thank you.

It's not much, but you gave me the chance

to help my teacher Akil. Bye. Let's go.

We learned the elegy and the ode. Now

let's look at the poetic meter a bit.

- Akil teacher!

- My dear Ms. Semra!

Welcome. Seeing you here

again is so wonderful.

Thank you. Excuse me, I'm interrupting

but I'l just take a minute of your time.

Please, go ahead.

Students, Mahmut teacher told me...

...that my being back at school is thanks

to you. Believe me when I say that...

...I've never been more

happy in my whole life.

You all have hearts of gold.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Yes, where were we?

Jump. Jump. Come on.

May God help you all...

Stop! You're doing it wrong!

This move is done like this.

- Did you get it? In your places!

- Teacher.

- What is it?

- I want to ask you something.

How do martial artists

break those tiles?

It's very easy, very simple.

- Can you break them?

- I don't know, I've never tried. But...

...I can break them. I will break them!

- Should we try it, teacher?

Right now? Bring me some tiles.

If I remember correctly, you need

to focus all your strength to one point.

It's a matter of concentration.

- What's that?

- A tile, sir.

- How many?

- Seven, sir.

- Isn't seven too many?

- Or can you not break them?

Let me try.

Spread out a little.

They didn't break, sir.

My hand broke.

You guys, stop playing. Man, Gdk,

if anything bad comes from this...

your mom, your wife, your whole family...

- Man, don't you trust me?

I trust you, Ferit.

What's this?

- What did you step into today?

- Gdk! Or did I step in some sh*t?

Man, isn't it your birthday today?

Yes. Ah my dear friends.

- Here

- Happy birthday, Saban.

- May all your days be as good as today.

- Here you go.

Ah my dear friends.

What a delight.

Hafize, come. Don't let him notice.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- Dear Saban, this is my gift.

- Thank you, Hafize.

- And this came in the mail.

- Oh gosh, I wonder who it's from.

- Is it from your lover?

- Could be. Hold on let me open this.

Oh wow. They sent a necklace!

Look, it's a necklace!

- Man, Saban, what a great gift!

- Happy birthday!

- Your lover must have sent it.

- Yes.

Look, a necklace.

- Okay, Saban blow out the candles.

- Let's eat some cake.

- Yes. Should I put out the candles?

- Of course, come on.

What's happening?

What's this sound?

- Here you are, teacher.

- What's this, Saban?

Cake. My birthday cake. Thanks

to my friends who bought it.

- I turned 27. - I understand.

Congratulations, happy birthday.

- What's that around your neck?

- It's a birthday present from...

- ...a close friend. - Oh... It seems

like an interesting gift to me...

...Don't you guys think so?

Like a bell for...

- Like a bell for what, teacher?

- Is it like a cow bell?

Shhh. Quiet down. Thank you.

Go ahead and sit down now.

- Saban!

- What?

I think Mahmut teacher is right.

This girl is making fun of you.

- No way! - Believe me. Where do you

usually find this kind of bell?

- Yeah, on cows.

- I get it. Saban, you've suffered

a serious insult. - I have?

- Yes.

- Yes.

That treacherous woman! She'll see!

This love will end now! Do you hear me?

- It was always one for all and

all for one. - It's still like that, man.

You guys could play any joke on me but

no one else could touch a hair on my head.

- Of course they can't.

- What now? I just got insulted.

- Then who will hold someone

responsible? - We will.

- How so? - That insult wasn't just to

Saban. It was to the Rascals' Class.

- We should get revenge.

- We should get back so good that...

they'll understand what the

Rascals' Class really is.

Can you tie this tie?

How does my hair look? Good?

Ms. Semra will see what

inappropriateness really means.

Man, no one insults the Rascals.

Forget it, let her worry

about the consequences.

Come on then.

May our holy war be blessed.

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's going on?

Why are you all

sitting in the front rows?

We wanted to be closer to you.

Why?

We can't hear your sweet

voice as well from the back.

Stop the naughtiness.

- What? Do you like how we look today?

- Are we handsome?

Go back to your seats.

- Don't deprive us of your beauty.

- Your breath excites us from here.

I said sit in your seats. Take out paper

and a pencil. We're having an exam.

Listen. We're all going to write

love letters to her, got it?

Okay, got it.

Write.

Question 1. Who were the

poets of the journal Servet-i Fnun?

Question 2. The trends in

our national literature.

Question 3. List the

works of Mehmet Akif.

My dark-eyed...

My dear sweetheart...

My beautiful angel...

The woman of my life...

My love...

- These are love letters, sir!

- I understand, dear. This is rude.

This is more than just rude.

It's disgusting!

You're right, my dear.

But don't get so upset.

Since I came here, they haven't stopped.

I was almost fed up but I kept quiet.

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