Destination Unknown...
Hi
*waves*
It's this or marking...
I AM: Friday afternoon sleepy...
I WANT: Something I shouldn't
I WISH: It was going to be a sunny weekend
I MISS: Getting to pop in to see my parents - just because
I FEAR: Fire. And my face being burnt off
I HEAR: Teachers murmering
I WONDER: Where I'll be in 5 years...
I REGRET: Very little
I AM NOT: As charitable as I should be
I DANCE: With my hips.
I SING: Badly
I CRY: When I am cross
I AM NOT ALWAYS: As happy as I pretend to be
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: Classroom displays and my boyfriend happy...
I WRITE: With poor spelling and punctuation (unless I am at work)
I CONFUSE: Needs and wants
I NEED: To be careful
I START: My lessons with a smile
I FINISH: Ditto
Miss you nights.
Hi guys, I've settled in well in my new home (although I still don't
have a clue how to work it...) Obviously I'm keeping up with all of you
guys, but do pop in and visit me at www.missdaisy.wordpress.com if you
have time.
D x x
Moving out...
I feel a little bit scared and a bit uncertain... but as I've never been a big fan of 'huge tits' or 'naked japanese school girls' (that might surprise you, but I assure you it's true)... then if you want me, for the time being at least you will find me here...
It feels like moving house.... I bet I come back soon enough!!
Please visit x x
Give me your hands, if we be friends....
Last night I went to watch one of my 6th formers in Midsummer Nights Dream. I hadn't realised that in the centre of London, slightly off the beaten track behind the wine bars and Italian restaurants there is a tiny theatre that amater groups can put plays on at. It was charming.
In the audience were a good deal of my 6th formers, behaving as any decent Shakespearian audience should and laughing at jokes that I'm not entirely convinced Shakespear would have intended to be funny. After the show, my boy went to find his friends, still in his silver costume with glitter in his hair and they embraced him with enthusiasm. No mocking or taunting (or at least only legitimately - in short, they got the joke). I turned my head to see them all together, for him, as I left the theatre. As I got to the door the boy ran up to me to ask me what I thought, while behind him his friends waved and smiled. I said the right thing and then walked away to a chorus of 'see you tomorrow Miss'.
Last night was the time of someones life... doing what you love because you want to and being accepted for it. Last night night was what dreams are made of and I have to confess, to you - not to anyone else, that as I snuggled up into my bed later on I felt horribly and bitterly jealous.
Things that I have learned since May 2003:
That some friends are worth hanging on to... and generally they are the ones who forgive all and never judge... they are also there for you rather than vice versa.
How to cook chicken pie in puff pastry.
They government advertising is sometimes right.
That sometimes taking a plunge isn't half as scary as it might seem.
That being smug isn't the same as being happy.
That being happy isn't a god given right.
That love doesn't have to hurt to feel good (oh no, that was from Atomic Kitten, my apologies).
That not everyone from the internet is a freaky weirdo, just a fairly large proportion.
That people find things far easier to say behind your back, or anonymously than to your face.... big fat cowards!
That the right answers to questions you have barely though up can be found in the most unexpected places.
That some boys like making fairy cakes...
That QVC is quality entertainment for girls with sore heads and bad tummy's.
That Selfridges toy department is rubbish...
That I can grow a kitten to three times its size and it will love me.
That accepting myself is more important than others accepting me.
That everybody, even teenage boys, give back what you give them... 10 fold.
How to upload songs onto an MP3 player.
That my sister is my best friend.
That Paris is easy to get to, you just have to bother to go.
Bleugh!!!!
Sometimes I find it a bit hard to function in the morning... this morning is a prime example of this... After the boy had wrapped me up in my bed and made me a coffee (before feeding my kitten), all the time politely ignoring the fact that I looked like an extra on the fraggles (a whoops-is-it-that-time-of-month spotty extra - no less)... I would have given everything I owned (apart from my beloved collection of Pamela Brown books and my family) to stay in bed all day. The kitten would have bought it for a start!
I just haven't the heart or stomach for Stalin today.