Back on the horse
Ah the horse, its my favourite horse really. That little stomach flip when your eyes catch, the electric jolt when your knees touch under the table. Pure and sweet, that innocent first kiss... okay on a busy street corner while mildly intoxicated, but still innocent and magic and oh torn away too soon. Heh.
I had an amazing day yesterday. Amazing. Which is great because my next few are lining up to be filled with books books books. First was the children. Oh their little faces, their hands in the air, it was incredible. I never thought once before that I would enjoy teaching, but they were so eager, so smart! So excited about everything we were saying. I remember my first environmental lesson when I was ten, and it changed me so much. If even one of those kids feels that way, has been changed a little inside, enough to make a difference, well then everything is worth it. It restored my faith in the future, diminished somewhat my deep-rooted fear that we are all going to hell in a handbasket and nothing can stop our decline. These children are the future, and it'll be one hell of a future.
Dancing around like a moron with Jess at a mostly-empty bar on Papineau, it was carefree and a great release... I don't usually dance like that without a few drinks in me. Then we all piled into the car (note: five seater jeep, one drum set, two guitars, seven people) and trucked down to Bifteck. I only mildly lost my shit when Apartment Boy AND Roomie showed up, together (yes they are friends, but I am not ready to deal with that particular mess just yet), and I managed to wander by, say hello, give hugs, ask the right innocuous questions without sounding like a total fool, and inform Roomie that I still wanted my books back. He said he'd call me, and in my head I'm thinking "yeah fucking right". At least I looked hot.
Then there was the flirting, the hidden hand holding, the kiss... and I've been thinking that I am hopelessly attracted to jerks who will hurt me, but he doesn't seem to be that type. *sigh* but we didn't exchange phone numbers, so I probably won't see him again until their end-of-term party next weekend. Ah well, some things are worth waiting for.
Speaking of, I must get back to my books, because some things refuse to wait.
I had an amazing day yesterday. Amazing. Which is great because my next few are lining up to be filled with books books books. First was the children. Oh their little faces, their hands in the air, it was incredible. I never thought once before that I would enjoy teaching, but they were so eager, so smart! So excited about everything we were saying. I remember my first environmental lesson when I was ten, and it changed me so much. If even one of those kids feels that way, has been changed a little inside, enough to make a difference, well then everything is worth it. It restored my faith in the future, diminished somewhat my deep-rooted fear that we are all going to hell in a handbasket and nothing can stop our decline. These children are the future, and it'll be one hell of a future.
Dancing around like a moron with Jess at a mostly-empty bar on Papineau, it was carefree and a great release... I don't usually dance like that without a few drinks in me. Then we all piled into the car (note: five seater jeep, one drum set, two guitars, seven people) and trucked down to Bifteck. I only mildly lost my shit when Apartment Boy AND Roomie showed up, together (yes they are friends, but I am not ready to deal with that particular mess just yet), and I managed to wander by, say hello, give hugs, ask the right innocuous questions without sounding like a total fool, and inform Roomie that I still wanted my books back. He said he'd call me, and in my head I'm thinking "yeah fucking right". At least I looked hot.
Then there was the flirting, the hidden hand holding, the kiss... and I've been thinking that I am hopelessly attracted to jerks who will hurt me, but he doesn't seem to be that type. *sigh* but we didn't exchange phone numbers, so I probably won't see him again until their end-of-term party next weekend. Ah well, some things are worth waiting for.
Speaking of, I must get back to my books, because some things refuse to wait.
posted by Care @ 1:17 a.m.
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