I was laughing in the Calm Lands before life got a little more serious...
Short story: My Teacher-crush stripped for me and I died a little and I got into Loyola in Baltimore.
Long story:
1) Okay, I was in Orchestra, and Teacher-crush is my conductor. It was cool, because usually since he plays cello, he just works with the strings, but he didn't today because he's awesome and sexy and wonderful ^_^
I said I was cold. The window was open, and I wanted to close it. So I asked if I could....
...and he unbuttoned his shirt a little and said "Well, you can have my shirt if you're cold...." *smirk*
Before you get ideas in your head, realize that he has this relationship with all his students, especially the seniors as we are all about... five years apart from him (18 and 23) and when I say all, I mean boys included (and he's straight, so we know he's joking lol).
...I wanted to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*blush* I couldn't even think of a retort (as I usually do) and I declined his offer and shuffle-blushed my way to the window. Not to mention he called me out again when I started having a gigglefit over it and I literally almost fainted again (he didn't button back up his shirt for the rest of rehearsal, as I think he forgot XDXD))
...I still can't believe I have a crush on a teacher, though. That's so unlike me o.o
2) ...well....that doesn't need to be explained, except THEY DIDN'T TELL ME IF I GOT INTO THE HONORS PROGRAM!!! GAHHHHHHH!!! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!! *cries a little*
You were once
my one companion
you were all
that mattered
You were once
a friend and [mother]
then my world
was shattered
Wishing you were
somehow here again
wishing you were
somehow near
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here
Wishing I could
hear your voice again
knowing that I
never would
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions
you were warm and gentle
Too many years
fighting back tears
Why can't the past
just die ...?
Wishing you were
somehow here again
knowing we must
say goodbye
Try to forgive
teach me to live
give me the strength
to try
No more memories,
no more silent tears
No more gazing across
the wasted years
Help me say
goodbye.
Help me say goodbye...
...one year deathday of my aunt was recognized as soon as I got home from Orchestra....
and then...life began to feel a little sadder.
Long story:
1) Okay, I was in Orchestra, and Teacher-crush is my conductor. It was cool, because usually since he plays cello, he just works with the strings, but he didn't today because he's awesome and sexy and wonderful ^_^
I said I was cold. The window was open, and I wanted to close it. So I asked if I could....
...and he unbuttoned his shirt a little and said "Well, you can have my shirt if you're cold...." *smirk*
Before you get ideas in your head, realize that he has this relationship with all his students, especially the seniors as we are all about... five years apart from him (18 and 23) and when I say all, I mean boys included (and he's straight, so we know he's joking lol).
...I wanted to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*blush* I couldn't even think of a retort (as I usually do) and I declined his offer and shuffle-blushed my way to the window. Not to mention he called me out again when I started having a gigglefit over it and I literally almost fainted again (he didn't button back up his shirt for the rest of rehearsal, as I think he forgot XDXD))
...I still can't believe I have a crush on a teacher, though. That's so unlike me o.o
2) ...well....that doesn't need to be explained, except THEY DIDN'T TELL ME IF I GOT INTO THE HONORS PROGRAM!!! GAHHHHHHH!!! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!! *cries a little*
You were once
my one companion
you were all
that mattered
You were once
a friend and [mother]
then my world
was shattered
Wishing you were
somehow here again
wishing you were
somehow near
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here
Wishing I could
hear your voice again
knowing that I
never would
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions
you were warm and gentle
Too many years
fighting back tears
Why can't the past
just die ...?
Wishing you were
somehow here again
knowing we must
say goodbye
Try to forgive
teach me to live
give me the strength
to try
No more memories,
no more silent tears
No more gazing across
the wasted years
Help me say
goodbye.
Help me say goodbye...
...one year deathday of my aunt was recognized as soon as I got home from Orchestra....
and then...life began to feel a little sadder.