Today my French teacher pulled me aside to ask me what was going on.
"What?" I asked, bewildered.
"You acted very disturbed in class today."
I was surprised by this, because I didn't think I acted any differently in class today than I usually do. Maybe I was a little quieter, but my friend who sits behind me wasn't there. The weird thing is that I wasn't even in poor spirits this morning. I sputtered something about being stressed and went on my way. But for some reason this little incident really upset me. I mean, there have been days when I've spent that class literally fighting back tears. But today of all days, I looked upset enough for her to show concern? Did I look disturbed?
The thing about this professor is that she loves to call me out about being shy. "Tu es trop timide," she loves to say, with a little giggle to ease the tension, to which I respond with an equally disingenuous titter. I don't speak in class often, this is true. I don't speak often in any class, and I don't think I'm the quietest person among that particular group of people.
I don't really know where I'm going with this, I'm just kind of ranting.
I don't really know where I'm going with anything.
Today's beauty: I watched three episodes of Veronica Mars.
Books read this year: 5
Currently reading: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides and The Madness Underneath by Maureen Johnson (Yes, I started a second book. What of it?)
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