…you’re a single, 25 year-old girl and the person who you have a constant conversation with and who wishes you good morning and good night is a 14 year-old boy. No, I’m not a pedophile, there’s explanations and reasons leading up to this situation! Don’t freak out and call the cops! I’m posting this collection of things that have been on my mind lately mostly because it’s a chance to organize and lay them all out. If my first sentence hadn’t thoroughly disgusted you, read on to hear me out! Continue reading
Happy new year everyone! My first day of classes start early tomorrow, so technically I SHOULD be sleeping ASAP… but talking with some other friends about blogging got me both excited and nostalgic at the same time, so I thought I’d pop in here for a bit–I’ll try to keep it short. Continue reading
***Egocentric, insensitive whining alert! Do not read if you aren’t prepared for self-centred ramblings out of self-pity. America’s got it bad and all, but I don’t even have it in me to go there.***
We’re sitting in a comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts, after a long and exciting day out. I’m on my phone, smiling to myself as I flip through photos of the day and wishing that days like this could last forever–when he asks if we can make one stop on the way home. I glance up at him, wondering what he where he could possibly still want to go at this late hour, only to find that he’s staring back at me with an unreadable expression. Confused and wanting to get to the bottom of that look, I nod. He grins and turns to lead the way, one hand intertwined with mine, the other hand in his pocket clutching something out of my view…
… looking at that spontaneous write, I can’t tell if it’s actually cute, or if I’ve just lost my mind because of the stress of the past week. But yeah, that was supposed to be my take on what kind of proposal I’d wish for–despite the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend.
I am not “new” to the world of teaching, however I am only one month in to my professional training to be a certified educator. So far, one of the (many) things I’m worried about when starting my practicum is the bit on professionalism.
By that, I don’t mean being searchable on Google and the prospects of future students/parents/teachers finding anything unprofessional about me–Even if my Facebook was visible, they wouldn’t be able to find anything remotely inappropriate. Instead, my biggest concerns relates to how I can form bonds with each member of the class I am assigned to without being unprofessional about it.
So, we noticed that we’ve been gone for awhile and were talking about making new posts… because new semester, new start, and all that. I figured I’d eventually get on here and give you the whole spheal about where I’ve been, what I’ve done and how I’ve had absolutely nothing remotely related to romance over the past few months…
But instead I’m here, and I just want to say… if I had to describe my emotions right now it would probably be a mix of awkward, confused, unamused, and maybe even a bit jealous because I’m currently in a skype call with my friend, who as of lately seems to insist on group calling me with his best friend for no apparent reason. What is this even? There’s a bit of progression and backstory that led up to this situation, and I’ve talked to his friend before in this sort of situation where the two of them (mostly his friend) was helping me out on an assignment. But now that the assignment’s over, and his friend is over in Athena’s area… ???
Not only that, but we aren’t even talking about anything… my friend asked me to talk because he had questions about something (idk what)… but apparently now he doesn’t remember them, and so silence. I guess it’s not awkward for me, but… I don’t really know his friend all too well so it’s hard for it NOT to be an awkward silence. Anyways, in short, I don’t really know what this is. I’d actually rather he goes back to just skyping with his friend instead of feeling obligated to skype him with me for some reason. Oh well, just one of those moments I had no idea how to handle and thus dealt with it the one way I knew of… posting about it anonymously online where the people involved will never know. Life goes on.
…it’s only going to make it hurt worse when you find your ‘someone’.