Whenever a performance of any kind goes well, I'm very pleased. Today is one of those days that started out with a panicky stress-filled atmosphere and maybe even with a tiny bit of fear in the air, yet ended with a relaxing sensation at the front of class while I clearly knew what I was talking about and talked as if I really, truly, sincerely cared... about animal testing and the wrongs of the world in general. This all took place after this morning's gym class and ditching half of my literature class (for great justice).
When your old yet charismatic Swedish teacher fills an entire class room with his enormous ego, he somehow manages to irradiate a special kind of warmth on a cool and foggy late afternoon. The same person you've managed to have an incredibly sick, disturbing dream about earlier the same semester is still able to make you chuckle in your front row seat with jokes I'm sure someone might find offensive. Not everyone likes him, but nobody's liked by everybody, and I still admire the old chap even though my arrogance allows me to question him in the depths of my mind from time to time. Sometimes I'm sure it's merely an attitude that comes with age - you feel the need to get up and say "Hey, mister, you don't know everything, even though you act like you own the place" but you never follow through with this act, because you know he'd tell you to sit back on your ass or throw you out of class adding he damn well knows what he's talking about after over 40 years of doing his job well. He does a great job; an excellent one, in fact. He's quite possibly the only Swedish teacher to ever teach me a damned thing and he doesn't hesitate when you ask him something, he tells you the answer and you had better accept it for what it is. He's the type of person who'll put you down, but you can't hate him for it and when he states how a phrase is cute after he's instructed you on how to form it perfectly all you feel like doing is cuddling him.
Very, very, very disturbing indeed. I feel like washing both my mouth and hands now for typing that.
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