Where to begin?
Dear Reader,
I'm back from T.B.'s party. It was nice. This is pretty much how it went.
Yesterday I had to wake up at 8AM for the rehearsal again. I was so tired, I thought I was going to skip the party, but I didn't. I figured I would have enough energy to keep on going during the day, besides it was a sunny day; that helped a lot.
The rehearsal was as usual, except that the teacher in charge for the school play -who's actually also my teacher for Latin- changed a bit. I don't know how to describe him.
He is about 36, I think. He's a man with a great knowledge. I think he is a nice person in real life (= not at school), but sometimes he's very sarcastic and aggressive (he will not hit somebody, he's just 'fiery'). He is a man who wants to achieve things in his life. When he organizes something, he wants it to be good, when it's not, he gets irritated. He can be really mean, but lately he has been friendlier. You need to know how to talk to him, because to him -I'm still guessing/thinking- the message itself is not the most important part of the general message, but the way you convey it. Oooh, he's a hard person to describe!
Now he's more thinking about stuff. Sometimes I catch him on thinking and staring at the space between you and the world, the emptiness. He listens more to other people. Therefore he never listened to me, like everything I said was never interesting enough for him. Now he does. Sometimes I have the feeling he's feeling the same way as me; not happy or sad, accepting and thinking about things. Maybe he's finally seen that I'm not an unintelligent person, that I understand things too. Or maybe it's because I let him be and try to adapt myself to him. Or maybe he's presumed that I'm having a hard time.
He is very subtle, he will not show you if he likes you or not. He's young and most of the pupils get along with him.
I've been angry with him a couple of times, but I admire him.
During the pause I went out smoking a few cigarettes; I was so tired I wasn't even hungry, I just wanted to smoke. I ate a piece of cake that I made. I was with a classmate but she didn't smoke. We were talking a lot about the others. We had about the same opinions. We weren't exaggerating so I think that was okay.
Back to the rehearsal my teacher didn't stop looking at me. He gave me a look that he's never given before. It looked like he wanted to tell me something, which he sought the opportunity. Finally he came to me. He whispered, not like he was concerned or something, just because for once he was really curious: "Tell me.. Since when have you been smoking?" I looked at him. I knew there was a chance he knew, but what could I say? I said: "Since never." He laughed: "Nuh-oh, wrong answer." I grinned: "What's about it?" "Nothing, it's unhealthy." Like he'd know.
He smokes too. He has all the signs of it, except for the smell; he never smells like cigarettes. I think he'd never expect that from me. A lot of teachers think I'm an angel.
After the rehearsal I had to go to the station to take the train to get to T.B.'s house. On my way there was a boy crying. He lost his parents and he didn't know where to go. I still had half an hour so I decided to help the boy. A friend of mine was there too. She stayed with us. The place was very crowded so I yelled I few times: "Helloooo? We're looking for the parents of Ted." No one answered. Suddenly we saw my teacher. We told him about the boy. He looked at the boy with this ew-look. He said that we could look for the police and there they will help him.
After half an hour the boy found his mother. They were both so relieved. I had to take the same train at another station so I still had a couple of minutes.
At T.B.'s house we had dinner with a part of his family. It was very nice. You remember I told you about R.D., one of my ex-boyfriends? (4th April) He was at the party too. At first it was pretty weird, because I haven't talked to him since September, but it went pretty well.
Then we went to the spree. It wasn't very crowded. The music was a bit old and commercial. Then a boy came to us and started dancing with us. He was into a friend. He couldn't get her so he came to me and tried to kiss me, he was so drunk. He couldn't stop touching me. As long as he didn't touch me on sensible spots, it was okay to me. He wasn't able to dance and now he doesn't even remember what he did (I added him on Facebook just to see what he was like, but no, I don't like him). Before we left the spree I took his phone and typed: "You Ass!" and sent it to a friend of his. Oops. ^^
R.D. was worried. He has a new girlfriend, though. Actually it's the one he was dating before he was dating me. I could feel the sparkle that remained between us, even though I was disgusted by him. He still cares about me, but I'm so not into another relationship with him. We will stay the way we are now.
Back at T.B.'s we went right to bed. I drank quite a lot but I wasn't drunk. I was just tired.
The next morning I had a shower. My sister also had... with T.B. I thought it was sooo disgusting.
Well, they are almost 10 months together, it doesn't bother me to know they shower together, but you just don't do that when you're friends are around. You can do that when you're alone with your boyfriend. Now everyone was just in the living room knowing they were having a shower TOGETHER. Urgh..
My cousin's wife did that too when we were in Hoorn, Netherlands for New Years Eve. She and my cousin were always showering together. It isn't proper. Well.. My cousin gave me a lot of attention in Holland. His wife some times can't stand that so she asks more attention from him.. by showering with him or going to bed at 9PM, saying that she's tired but still romp with him 'till 11. And oh yeah, we are just in the next room.
Anyways, now I'm back home. I'm trying to get some work done for school.
Love,
Mademoiselle N.