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And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way Weighing my pockets with stones of longing Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday. |
I dreamt that I was inches from being hit by a speeding truck but pulled back at the last minute to feel it hurtle past. The proximity of the near-miss left burn marks on the closest shoulder. They took a moment to appear, but we were looking for them - the person I was with said that was usually what happened to survivors like me. At six-thirty I awoke to a good morning call from K. You can imagine I was in good spirits, starting the day off like that. I got dressed and called him back - we talked for about a half an hour. Excited about his potential apprenticeship. He says he misses working with kids. I think if I ever saw him in charge in young ones, I would get pregnant just out of sheer will. My first half-class was utterly humiliating. The kids didn't respect me; they were making fun of my accent and everything, then Mlle Dadiès made me point out the bad ones in front of the class which I hate, but I couldn't disobey her... However, my second class kicked ass: it was so much fun! Everyone was working and listening and participating and we did the concours kind of like au théâtre and Florent said things like, "Ce n'était pas de conte de fée, mais.." or "Deux ans plus tard..." when there was a long pause in the dialogue. It cracked me up. Never interrupted, though, and comments were thoughtful and productive. So fabulous! I had a blast. They even asked if we could keep doing English after and even during recess! Hard to believe these are the youngest ones I teach. On the way home I stopped at that little market I pass by and found some croquants aux amandes! The old guy working there said to tell my mom hello. Big news around here - the lingerie store across the street is sponsoring part of the Miss Narbonne competition. Maybe I should get tickets.
Ooh la la! at 6:42 p.m.
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