Today was a nice day. Although I started it off with a pair of sleepy eyes, and without an umbrella on a rainy morning, the day turned out just fine. I did not have lessons until the fourth period so I had time to wake up and get ready to meet my girls.
The classes went well. The students and I are both getting more and more comfortable with the presence of each other. I love it when I look right into their bright, curious, smiling eyes which look back into mine. Warmth swells inside of me and I know it's a kind of affection that goes mutual. It's a feeling that I'd call 'fulfilling'. And I guess it's the motivation that keeps me going.
The day is also remarkable as got to talk to a colleague that I like. It's important to have colleagues that you find adorable and also find you adorable, especially when you're trying to mingle. Otherwise it'd be like digging an impossible well in a desert with only useless camels around you. The chance is rare because it isn't always easy to start a conversation with someone you barely know.
Despite the fact that it's now the 21st century but somehow we're still living the 19th-century-social-conventions and proprieties. First comes the barriers between opposite sexes, second the secret interpretation of intentions, next the judgment of whether it's appropriate to talk so much and then the unbearable consciousness of constantly being watched.
After school I was dozing off and eating a peach and it left me in horror. It's hard to describe the thrill when you are biting a peach and right in front of your eyes and lips you see a big, juicy worm digging around most energetically IN THE PEACH! Now my favourite fruit has become a trauma. And I thought of Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach. Now it's Ivy and the Giant Worm in the Peach.
Then I left school and headed to the post office for the centenary stamps of HKU. The envelops were already sold out, but I could still get the stamps and a nice booklet. After that I got my watch back from the mall. There was water inside so I had to get it fixed. I am genuinely happy to have it come back to me. Some people call it 'fetish' but objects are not dead. They're alive with memory and history.
Okay it's time for bed. I've been really diligent today and now I deserve a good rest and a sweet dream.
Despite the fact that it's now the 21st century but somehow we're still living the 19th-century-social-conventions and proprieties.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you even I am living in a Western country, which claimed to be more open-minded.
right. and at a lot of times i feel like in a jane austen setting.
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