I’ve got a red diary just like you used to have
This is the story of how my blog got it’s title. It’s also an update on Teacher Training - which is going bloody brilliantly, thank you very much.
A girl I liked texted me a couple of years back:
“Your style diary, what was it called, how much was it and where can I buy one?”
Well, this was out of the blue. This had to be the crunch, the moment, the beginning of what could only be real proper full on fliriting. YES - she thinks I’m hot! Win win win win win…
Words flew through my head, what on earth do you say back? I only wrote it for you baby? It’s exlusive… You can buy it in the book shop of love sexy…too much? I haven’t written it yet but I will if you want me to? no…
I look down. My socks! One is dark dark purple, and one is pink, with bumblebees on. Aesthetically pleasing, and all wrong. Why is it like this? My lightbulb blew two months back, and I haven’t replaced it yet.
Getting dressed in the dark, a guide to effectively mismatching your socks.
Shut up brain… I’ll keep her hanging, leave it to the morning.
Over night I realise that, two weeks earlier, she had of course been admiring my moleskine, and wanted to know where to get one. So good job I did. I text back
Rymans, £9.99, totally worth it.
I don’t think I’m ever going to live this down. Eventually I blew my cover, explained my confusion, and she thought this was hilarious. Thus, our beautiful (platonic) friendship began, free of flirting or terms of endearment such as sexy baby gorgeous, and full of practical questions such as where do you buy those 45p mozarella balls you were talking about?
(For the record: I’ve actually got a cracking boyfriend these days, hence the lack of dating stories, and sainsbury’s is where to get them.)
Teacher training is great. I’ve analysed brahms with quality street wrappers, described musical texture with a piece of string, made a giant stave (called steve) with selotape on the flaw and jumped in and out of it, written an essay on how James Bond is the answer to a lack of interest in orchestral music, jammed to themes by bartok with my friends… you name it. I can add “thankyou for being so awesome” - (Will, aged 16) to my list of professional reviews.
Creativity, dedication, and fun are the names of the current game. Bring on 2013, and the completion of my self evaluation and qualification as a full time teacher (which I may or may not entitle, a guide to effectively mis-matching your teaching attire.)