La Dolce del mio Cuore Amore

the title is evidence of my weak grasp of Italian grammar.

anyway, yesterday's teaching was HORRENDOUS. the kids were absolutely monstrous. they were colossally stupid! i bet i wasn't as stupid as they were at their age. and why can't they stay in their bloody seats? yes, they are really disgustingly cute, but they'd be cuter if they were running around screaming and on fire.

so it was such a bad day. 3 kids went home crying, 4 of them were fighting, and 1 was sent out of the class in disgrace. i felt sick and light-headed, and my throat was all constricted and parched. then i had to prepare for the next day's class, but then i realised i forgot my esplanade pass so i have to go home to get it.

on the train to esplanade i was almost in tears because i felt SO shitty and sick. luckily there was audrey. laughter and good food cheered me up much, but i still felt yucky. then we went for practice, and there was him. my seat had such a clear unadulterated view, i spent more time looking at him than at the conductor.

and just by looking at him made me feel so much better and so much happier, even though i know that he doesn't know i exist.