Showing posts with label Teacher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teacher. Show all posts

Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Italian Dream:

It’s not that I dream of Italy (although I would love to go someday – I’ve travelled in Europe but never to Italy).
What I’m referring to is a television show that’s currently airing in Denmark. And since it’s kind of a reality show I didn’t pay much attention to it at first. But then the couples [looking for the Italian Dream] were to study Italian (when in Rome… - and all that).

I have to say. With a teacher like that I would either:

A: Study my a** off to impress her or

B: Not learn a single word of Italian just because I would be too busy looking at her.

Or possibly

C: Study as hell when I was alone and then not being able to impress her at all because I wouldn’t be able to form a sentence (even in Danish) in her presence…

It'll probably be the latter... I'm such or dork ;o)

She’s just…well… HOT!

This picture does not do her justice. At all! And if there were any way that I could posibly show you a video of here I so would. She's just gorgeous, funny, charming... oh my.

If you speak any Dutch or German (or similar) you'll be able to read about her here. (If not there’s always Google translate - although it’s not quite accurate at times).

But here are the basics (I won't promise I did better than Google translate, though):

She’s 28 and is a major in Italian language and literature. She lives with her parents and she’s 'got a friend’ (or at least that’s what I make of it – don’t dare asking Google translate…). She’s currently teaching a 12 year-old girl with autism (1 on 1 lessons) but hopes to teach a ‘real’(?) class some day. (And apparently she’s known to be a strict teacher [OMG. Is it hot in here...?]). And at night she teaches aerobic and dancing.

I am so going to Italy! ;o)

Excuse me while I'll track down my passport.... Photoserver.WS

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The one where I went away...

So I'm off the Interweb for a week and I probably need two or three full days to catch up on everything.

And what did I do with my week?

I spend it with 20 other adults in a small cabin in the woods. (All students trying to educate ourselves as teachers - and our teacher).
To some this might sound really boring or even unbearable, but it was actually quite a good time. We didn’t spend much off our time in the cabin per say, we were out and about in the woods or other similar places in the area.
The last night we were having this big dinner party (well, as big as it can get, when you live in a cabin) and there were a lot of entertaining. At one point we were to take a quiz about each other and if we were wrong we got a secret assignment. And it was to be performed in a way that it was not obvious that it was the assignment we were doing.
The next morning one of the elder women (we were aged from 22 - 55) stood up and said, that because she had had a difficult time doing her assignment she would read it out load. Ta-da. Her assignment was to convince one of the opposite sex, that she was bisexual. She had no idea on how to do that. In my mind I went "WTF?".
Okay so maybe she didn't have a clue but I don't know whether I was more upset about the fact that she said what she said or that it was a assignment to 'pretend to be bisexual'. I didn't have the time to decide because people started making comments like: "Oh no, that would have been hard." or "I wouldn't know that either." or "I think I could have done it - but I'm not bisexual". So much for living in a liberal country. Then someone made a comment saying "Who the F*CK made this?" and I sort of snapped out of my trance. And we all went into a bit of a discussion about sexuality. I'm not out to these people, and I had no intention of coming out to them - at least not at that point.
Actually I think the assignment was supposed to have been giving to our teacher. She kind of reminds me of Brennan from "Bones" (and I mean this in the most respectful way). She's quite remarkable and very, very good at what she does (she's a biologist). Somehow I don' think she would have been freaked out by the assignment. It's more likely she would have seen it as an experiment in human behavior. I don't think she's bisexual though (but if she was she should definitely give me a call. She's kinda hot. I mean she is hot but in Bones kinda way... Bah. Like Annabelle I'm intrigued)
Anyway.

Besides that it was fun. Rough but fun.
And now I'm off to catch up on other blogs, YouTube, AfterEllen, eurOut... I'm in for a busy weekend.....
Enjoy yours.
Have fun.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Guess what?

So I caved in. I had to see what all the fuzz was about.

I have begun to watch Battlestar Galactica.
(Moving on to season 2 shortly)

At first I didn’t see what the whole Starbuck craze was all about.
But that was only because I had my eyes on another character...


What? She's a teacher! (And then there's this thing I have for older women...)

Who just happens to be a Senator, which eventually led to...






It took me a few episodes to see past the frakking hot teacher rocking the business suits Laura Roslin (played by Mary McDonnell) but I got there.



Why do I suddenly feel the urge for Tank Top Tuesday?



But Starbuck and Roslin are not the only hot women in this series (or maybe I should say hot females?). We have the Cylons as well. Number Eight aka Boomer and Number Six.



Bah... Who am I kidding? This is a big bowl of really hot women! Why did it take me so long to start watching? (Don't answer that...)




So what made me watch BSG?
Mostly this (which basically it's a recap of the first 3 seasons - and a funny one):



But I probably never would have looked for BSG on YouTube if it hadn't been for Natazzz’s blog For the Roses - especially this post. Or this YouTube video.

Happy Friday.Photoserver.WS

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

To be on not to be - in therapy

I’M GAY!!!!

Well by now it isn’t the big surprise, but I just found out, that I probably have been gay all my life. I had settled for bisexual (leaning towards women) a few years back (and finally came out to my family last year), but I never went along with the whole gay thing….

Recently (as in little over a week ago) I got a new carpet for my living room (no, that’s not the gay part…) and I had to move all my furniture out. One of the things I had to move was this cupboard/closet thing and I found my old diary. Back from when I was around 12 or 13.(Maybe I should add that I recently had picked it up at my parents place but not had had the time to go through it yet).
Anyway. I have previously mentioned my huge (gigantic) crush on my English-teacher. This was the evidence… As I read the pages I felt the butterflies again, but all of a sudden I came to some pages about something that I had totally forgotten. At least some of it - well most of it. (I think the word is repression).
Apparently (and now I’m just guessing – it was not written in my diary) my crush led to the fact that my school thought I needed to see the school therapist (or counselor or what ever you call it)!?! So I did. And after a few weeks of therapy I did indeed need to see a therapist!

We talked about school in general. Then we talked about my family (that didn’t go exactly like she planned – I come from a very functional family). And eventually we got to the BIG PROBLEM.

My English-teacher. Or rather my crush on her.

Let’s call her Simone (just for the fun of it – in honor of another hot teacher).
“Simone’s afraid, that you might have fallen in love with her.” It was not a question. And it didn’t sound like it was okay. It sounded more like it was punishable by death. So of course I responded: “No. No! I’m not!” And at the same time it felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown at my face. My therapist could not have helped but notice that I was lying but she smiled and said: “Then all is good.” As I wrote in my diary: “I don’t even remember how I got through the rest of the session” (which was the final one)...and “My life is ruined”.
The next day I wrote in my diary: “Maybe it’s time to start liking boys.” Followed by a drawing of a sad face.

Maybe the fact that I never really got past the first date with most boys should have been an indicator? And that it wasn’t till I met the guy that's now my ex-husband (thank G_d) I ever slept with any (guy). And that fact that I never really enjoyed it anyway… Don’t worry I won’t go into details. I’ll just leave it at this. But…
I guess I’ve always felt like something was missing in my life. And admitting to myself that guys just don’t do it for me… It was a pretty big step. But admitting it to my family was probably the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. It sounds weird I know, but hear me out.
It felt soooo liberating to say it out loud. And it sort of made it more real. Not that I wasn’t sure before I told them, but I think the whole fear of them reacting like it was a bad thing kind of held me back.

It was a bit weird realizing that I've actually seen myself as gay when I was 12/13 (maybe not in as many words). Think of all the time I have wasted convincing myself that I should like boys and feeling all different and wrong because it never really worked. Damn that therapist!

Additional lesson learned: Go through your old stuff on a regular basis. You never know if you find some old piece of information that could have been useful a decade or two ago.