Too far along
I could account something that's really happened, like the many farewell parties I've attended this week, but instead, one of my lifes small tragedies:
Today I met with sensei to tell her that I'm leaving on Monday. She was looking absolutely smoking hot, and I almost teared up when I saw her running to meet me, just because she was a minute or two late. We sat down and talked some, and I was somewhat embarrassed by the fact that I'd really asked her to meet me just so I could see her one more time until I go, not having anything to tell her beside "I just though I'd like to let you know that I'm leaving on Monday"...
And I couldn't remember how to tell her that I'll miss her in japanese. What a loser... But she seemed genuinely happy when I asked her if I could write to her.
She's on leave this year, so I'm not missing anything while I'm away. She's going to be writing her doctoral thesis. I wonder what it's about. Perhaps about Finns and japanese language study..? There's a part of me that wishes that in that case I will not be featured in her work. But there's another part, a bigger and more hormone-driven and thus more influential part that wishes the exact opposite. She might write something along the lines of "there was one student who left such a lasting mark in my heart that I will never be able to forget her"... Who knows.
If I didn't know I'm going funny in the head before, now I do know.
Today I met with sensei to tell her that I'm leaving on Monday. She was looking absolutely smoking hot, and I almost teared up when I saw her running to meet me, just because she was a minute or two late. We sat down and talked some, and I was somewhat embarrassed by the fact that I'd really asked her to meet me just so I could see her one more time until I go, not having anything to tell her beside "I just though I'd like to let you know that I'm leaving on Monday"...
And I couldn't remember how to tell her that I'll miss her in japanese. What a loser... But she seemed genuinely happy when I asked her if I could write to her.
She's on leave this year, so I'm not missing anything while I'm away. She's going to be writing her doctoral thesis. I wonder what it's about. Perhaps about Finns and japanese language study..? There's a part of me that wishes that in that case I will not be featured in her work. But there's another part, a bigger and more hormone-driven and thus more influential part that wishes the exact opposite. She might write something along the lines of "there was one student who left such a lasting mark in my heart that I will never be able to forget her"... Who knows.
If I didn't know I'm going funny in the head before, now I do know.