I am so... tired... I think the only way I can possibly stay awake is if I go get gelato, but this being San Francisco, that would involve climbing hills, which sounds like a lot of work. Maybe I'll just go to bed.
Today was hard work! We had a workshop about "flying" (the part in the video involving arm balancing) ... I still can't do it, but at least now I can say that I TRIED... for three hours... and now have shooting pain in my right arm. But what was I saying? Oh yes, I'm tired. And what else?
Oh yes. I FINALLY got some positive feedback. I was messing around with two other girls, trying to carry on a conversation in French... I don't know why... and we were saying how tired we are. Then I said, in English, that I didn't feel that I was improving at all. Moments later, the instructor who'd just taught the noon class said "you did a great job today, Gillian." And I said "wow, really?" and he said "yes, your alignment was perfect, just like a ballerina!" Well what do you know? That made me feel better, even though I can't fly :P
Hmmm, what else can I tell you? Right now I'm sitting on my bed listening to Caspian type an apology letter to me. His mom is making him do it because he burst into tears TWICE when confronted with the horrifying prospect of sitting next to ME at dinner tonight. I know that's pretty traumatic, so I said "that's okay, I'll go to my room." I feel so loved. I also get the impression that he will now resent me even MORE because he's spending his evening apologising to me instead of throwing Transformers at my head, which is his favourite hobby.
Today was hard work! We had a workshop about "flying" (the part in the video involving arm balancing) ... I still can't do it, but at least now I can say that I TRIED... for three hours... and now have shooting pain in my right arm. But what was I saying? Oh yes, I'm tired. And what else?
Oh yes. I FINALLY got some positive feedback. I was messing around with two other girls, trying to carry on a conversation in French... I don't know why... and we were saying how tired we are. Then I said, in English, that I didn't feel that I was improving at all. Moments later, the instructor who'd just taught the noon class said "you did a great job today, Gillian." And I said "wow, really?" and he said "yes, your alignment was perfect, just like a ballerina!" Well what do you know? That made me feel better, even though I can't fly :P
Hmmm, what else can I tell you? Right now I'm sitting on my bed listening to Caspian type an apology letter to me. His mom is making him do it because he burst into tears TWICE when confronted with the horrifying prospect of sitting next to ME at dinner tonight. I know that's pretty traumatic, so I said "that's okay, I'll go to my room." I feel so loved. I also get the impression that he will now resent me even MORE because he's spending his evening apologising to me instead of throwing Transformers at my head, which is his favourite hobby.
Caspian's ApologyHmmmm. I could go shopping, but that also sounds like a lot of work. Studying is entirely out of the question, on account of I don't care anymore. I can go to bed at 6pm, right? I don't think there are any laws against that.
Yes, that sounds like an excellent plan!
Goodnight!
Gillian
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