The end (?)

The English diary... I never forgot about it, but only now I realize that I shouldn't have waited for someone to tell me what to write in it, or when to write in it. And I should've written in it, because now all the thoughts are coming in my head and I don't know how to put them down in order and I'm sure I will forget some.
Overall, it's been one amazing "journey". I feel now, after this year that this class helped me overcome some of my weaknesses and develop new skills. I knew most of the hints& tips that we got, about learning or about dealing with difficult people or even common people. There were also new ones. Both were useful not only because I read them, but because I managed to put them into practice and observe them on other people. Knowing something is as useless as not knowing it if you never use it or know how to use it. This wasn't an English class as I first thought it would be when I entered that closet, sorry, that little class. I did notice after a few minutes that it wasn't going to be the typical class. Only after some time I realized that it's not a Teacher comes and gives us more or less useful information we stuff it in our notebooks and sometimes in our heads and we leave.(and that took more time than it should have taken) This was, as I see it now, a Teacher comes and we brainstorm together to come up with useful information that we chew on for the rest of the week. Because every time I left the English class I left it with my head still looking for some answers that were only going to come from me. I found answers to some questions and managed to solve some long existing issues, like self confidence and why I was missing it, and more importantly, I convinced myself that hundreds of us claiming to be so different are more similar at the core than one could ever think. We all share the same problems in a certain degree and we all want pretty much the same things, only we express it differently. I know answers to many questions, but I know it's up to me how I am going to use them, but I AM STARTING THAT REVOLUTION and i don't care who will join me or not. And this is the most serious promise I made so far. I don't have a plan, but starting now I will think twice before doing or saying something and I will force myself to get out of my shell because nothing will happen if I stay comfortable in there. Oh, as cruel as it might be, I am determined to get other people out of their bubbles!
Anyway...I am rambling :) sorry...
There was a moment there when you asked about friends that we made this year. And yes, I made 3 friends this year at the English class. One of them I had met before at other classes, but I think, no... I am pretty sure that we wouldn't have become friends if we weren't together at the English class. The other 2, those two I am sure they will be good friends even in the future. Those might just be those kind of friendships you never let go to. And I met them at the English class. It's probably because of the "magic" of the English class that made us realize what we are and realize how many great things we have in common. And I think Teacher will be a good friend for the next years! I am not going to leave you in that same darkness, because this won't be an experience i will forget. And I know these are just words, I still have to prove it!
The end of this class meant more than any other end that i have come to. It was finally an end that made me count nice memories, made me think, and made me look to the future with a bunch of useful things I have gathered and will make my way there easier. What I'm trying to say is that the end of this class wasn't really an end. It was just the ending of the first "growing process" that probably was the hardest one.
I collected a lot of quotes at every class. My turn now, here's one I found a few days ago, and fits very well here: "A teacher is a person who never says anything once" (Howard Nemerov) and I could add, that's also a person who is willing to share experience to make you better!
I am sure I had more things to say, but I think i made my point and said the more important bits. THANK YOU for making a great LEARNING TEAM! All of this wouldn't have happened without someone to open my eyes, but wouldn't have happened without me finally keeping them opened for more than a few minutes! :) If I would get the chance to do this again (no, I don't want to repeat the year!) I would do it in a completely different way, pretty much as I had started to perceive it towards the end of the semester!

How to start a fabulous day!

You wake up. you hit the snooze button 3 times. you manage to get out of bed. you crawl to the bathroom, yawning until your jaws hurt. you put into balance the advantages and disadvantages of going to the biochemistry class. you finally decide to go. you find some clothes and get to the kitchen. Open the fridge, realize it's quite empty and whatever you have doesn't please you. Therefore you decide you'll buy some cheese bagels on the road.
You get out of the house 15 minutes later than you'd normally do. You walk faster and you sweat because, contrary to what every news channel said, today it's not freezing cold and it's not freaking raining!
You get to school with enough bagels for the next 3 hours. You enter the class and.... surprise. there are only 3 other students there. Here comes the teacher who tells you there's no class with 3 students.
You decide you'll go to the lecture hall and study on your own. you get there, start reading, get bored, get sleepy and decide to go home because you should be reading other stuff for tomorrow's exam!

What i like on Tuesdays...

On the way to my English or IT class there's this huge wonderful old house. In front of it, there's a nice garden with a little magnolia, a swing and apart from that, it's filled with red tulips. There's a wonderful poofy wolf dog. Two very old people live there. A lady with her husband. On every Tuesday at 5 o'clock they just sit there on the porch with their walking frames beside their chairs. They never say anything, they don't look at each other. They're looking at the garden and they're looking at the city from above. But you can see they're happy and they're probably the best friends in the Universe.

Letter to someone nice

The day had started out awful, continuing with...well..more awful news. I was moody, sad and frustrated. I was barely keeping myself from crying. I didn't want to be there and hated myself for feeling that way. I was hoping the class would finish quickly so i could go home and hide.
Then...you walked in. That smile and those catchy eyes... and you sat next to me, which at that point surprised me. Who would sit next to a grumpy sad-faced girl when you could have picked loads of other seats? That made me smile inside. You shook my hand... your long fingers grabbed my hand until over my wrists; firmly but not too tight. Just like a perfect handshake. You asked me if I smoked and then told me I was wise for not doing it. I wanted to tell you i could at least keep you company... but you ran away. You came back quickly though. I spent the next hour or so trying to find one word, one sentence to start out a conversation... but i couldn't focus; maybe it was your lovely perfume that tickled my senses that stopped me from doing it. Finally... your pen stopped writing. I had a spare one. You took it and i heard the nicest "Thank you very much" ever. It was only a pen, though. The next 15 minutes passed with only a childlike giggle when i read your "flattering" habits on nasty teachers. In the meantime I kept enjoying every bit of perfume that was coming from time to time when you moved your hands. I can still feel it in my nose, though it's been a few days now.
The neon light was crushing my head, the tough wood stools were crushing my bum. I couldn't stand it anymore... though your presence there made it bearable. So I doodled on your page... luckily you continued that and we made it to a nice landscape and to a nice happy ending Prince Charming and Cosanzeana story. You said we might continue it one day. I really hope we will.
I might never even see you again...at least not anytime soon. But I won't forget that slick smile, those slick figures and the slick looks, that i bet were studied carefully to make everyone smile and make you get away with pretty much every little blunder. Just like a little kid that ate too many candies and his eyes are smiling filled with trickiness when he's telling you not to tell mum.
Then it was the time I had been waiting for the whole day. I had to go home. Now I didn't want to anymore. Because you made what no one has been able to do. You cheered me up and made me think that there still might be nice people around.
It all ended with a huge smile, a hand wave and a Goodbye and see you soon.

see you soon then,
Thank you for making my day!

Şi-acum... Pupă-mă!

Garlic Knots,
noduri(sau nu... ) cu usturoi!

am gasit reteta asta acum cateva zile si am zis ca am sa o incerc intr-o zi... si asta pentru ca maine am colocviu la biofizica si nu e nimic mai relaxant si mai util decat sa faci niste placintele, sa stergi praful, sa faci o plimbare, sa instalezi un program de care nu ai nevoie, sa vezi ca nu merge si sa il dezinstalezi...ăăă unde eram?...a la usturoi.

reteta:
o cana cu faina
o lingurita de zahar si una de sare
si inca una de drojdie
jumate de cana cu apa la temperatura camerei
vreo 6 lingurite de ulei de masline
vreo 4-5-6 catei de usturoi taiat marunt si patrunjel din belsug.
eu mi-am luat libertatea de a pune si un pic (mai mult) zahtar si chimen.

a..,.patrunjelul ideal ar fi sa fie proaspat. eu n-am avut decat de ala din plic si mi-era putintel lene sa ma duc pana jos la aprozar.

Amestecati faina cu zaharul, drojdia si abia la sfarsit cu sarea... am auzit ca nu e bine sa se intalneasca sarea cu drojdia devreme. Dupa, se pune putintica apa pana se leaga, niste ulei si se lasa la crescut.
Cat se incinge cuptorul si creste aluatul se face sosulica: usturoi, ulei si alte condimente si niste sare.
Cand e gata aluatul se intinde, se taie fasii, care se... fac noduri daca vreti si daca puteti, daca nu, nu-i bai. Se ung cu sosul de mai sus si se dau la cuptor vreo 12 minute. Cand se scot se arunca niste patrunjel pe ele si se papa imediat. (cu Sana batuta bine!)
Pofta Mare!

P.S.: ca deh...sunt gospodina...stie cineva ce sa pun pe un deget fript care ustura? :(

GOLDEN!

Cu milioane de multumiri Biancai! made my day!
stiu ca mi-am stricat singura surpriza intr-un fel dar sper sa ma ierti pentru ca n-am stricat-o de tot si oricum e the bestest pressie you could have made!
El, cel verde este Bino. Care e deja bun prieten cu Pippistrel!

in alta ordine de idei... e primavara si au inflorit copacii... si au inflorit magnoliile pe care le-am pozat azi si le puteti vedea aici: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rxndr/ :)

si abia astept sa plec la muuuuunteee!

3 in 1.

Adica schimbare de prefix, vacanta si Paste.
Asadar... am 20(sprezece) ani si va urez la toti Sarbatori fericite si o vacanta in care sa va relaxati si sa va bucurati de primavara.

Pe langa lista de la anul nou, mai adaug pentru 20şpe ani promisiunea sa fiu mereu atenta ca o domnisoara din toate punctele de vedere. (a se vedea postarea cu rochite, palarii si ceaiuri...parca erau si ceaiuri acolo)