We've been havin' a wild wild party...
Whee. What a fun day. I've sort of been riding a high ever since lunch began. (A high on life, of course--tsk tsk, those of you who thought I was speaking of something else!) Alex and I followed Hans' instructions and went to wait for him in the French room, where we learned that non-members (see: us) ARE allowed to go with French Club on their Wicked field trip, and tickets are only thirty two dollars! (Mass amounts of fangirl squealing and dancing here, ladies and gents: this will make my third time seeing my show! How lucky can a girl get?!)
Anyway, that was exhilirating, to say the least, and while we were still giddy from that information, we trekked over to Miss Mills' room (singing "Fame" the whole way there--don't ask me why, Alex started it) because I had a question to ask her regarding my essay. A couple minutes after we got there she asked if we could stay and watch the classroom for her while she went out to pick up the sushi she'd ordered, and we of course obliged. (Watching the classroom here meaning spinning around in circles and dancing and singing and generally acting like freaks until she returned, much to the chagrin of poor Stephen, who was also unfortunately trapped in the room with us.) So she came back and I asked her my question and she answered it, and soon we fell to discussing Grey's Anatomy, and commiserating because we haven't had a new episode in two weeks. Somehow this turned to a discussion on the attractiveness of Eric Dane, and I immediately pulled out my favorite Eric Dane story: "I saw a picture of him in an Academy Awards after party, and they had this chocolate bar thing where you could get free chocolates, as many as you wanted, and he was leaning against the bar full of chocolate, and I was just like, 'Oooh...yummy.'" Let me tell you, Mills' face. Was. Priceless. She practically choked on her sushi and was like, "Young lady!" It was hysterical. Embarrassing, definitely, my face is heating up as I type this, but hysterical nonetheless. I suppose I ought to watch myself better around her, but it's easy to forget that she's my teacher. I mean, she wasn't mad or anything, we were all laughing, but technically she is my superior and I ought to be more respectful and yada yada yada. I kind of have a problem with superiority and authority figures. If they demand respect without any reason for me to respect them, I rebel. If they don't demand respect, or demand respect and have a good reason for it, I do end up respecting them, but I usually don't show it. I respect most of my teachers this year, but I talk to them like friends. Which is bad. Because that leads to incidents like today, where if Mills ever thought I was innocent or refined, she probably doesn't anymore. And I think she did, for a little while at least; most of my teachers seem to form this idea in their head that I'm the sweet, shy and innocent type, or something similarly chimerical. I guess when you're an Honors student with a habit of not saying much in class, it comes with the territory. But they're always so shocked when they see me after the bell rings, laughing and cursing and talking about guys.
But what can I say? I'm a teenage girl, I love chocolate, and Eric Dane is hella sexy.
Anyway, that was exhilirating, to say the least, and while we were still giddy from that information, we trekked over to Miss Mills' room (singing "Fame" the whole way there--don't ask me why, Alex started it) because I had a question to ask her regarding my essay. A couple minutes after we got there she asked if we could stay and watch the classroom for her while she went out to pick up the sushi she'd ordered, and we of course obliged. (Watching the classroom here meaning spinning around in circles and dancing and singing and generally acting like freaks until she returned, much to the chagrin of poor Stephen, who was also unfortunately trapped in the room with us.) So she came back and I asked her my question and she answered it, and soon we fell to discussing Grey's Anatomy, and commiserating because we haven't had a new episode in two weeks. Somehow this turned to a discussion on the attractiveness of Eric Dane, and I immediately pulled out my favorite Eric Dane story: "I saw a picture of him in an Academy Awards after party, and they had this chocolate bar thing where you could get free chocolates, as many as you wanted, and he was leaning against the bar full of chocolate, and I was just like, 'Oooh...yummy.'" Let me tell you, Mills' face. Was. Priceless. She practically choked on her sushi and was like, "Young lady!" It was hysterical. Embarrassing, definitely, my face is heating up as I type this, but hysterical nonetheless. I suppose I ought to watch myself better around her, but it's easy to forget that she's my teacher. I mean, she wasn't mad or anything, we were all laughing, but technically she is my superior and I ought to be more respectful and yada yada yada. I kind of have a problem with superiority and authority figures. If they demand respect without any reason for me to respect them, I rebel. If they don't demand respect, or demand respect and have a good reason for it, I do end up respecting them, but I usually don't show it. I respect most of my teachers this year, but I talk to them like friends. Which is bad. Because that leads to incidents like today, where if Mills ever thought I was innocent or refined, she probably doesn't anymore. And I think she did, for a little while at least; most of my teachers seem to form this idea in their head that I'm the sweet, shy and innocent type, or something similarly chimerical. I guess when you're an Honors student with a habit of not saying much in class, it comes with the territory. But they're always so shocked when they see me after the bell rings, laughing and cursing and talking about guys.
But what can I say? I'm a teenage girl, I love chocolate, and Eric Dane is hella sexy.