Episode 2: Bowmander files.

For those of you who have read my msn name today and need an explanation- it will follow. But first, I'd like to take a minute here and thank those of you who are commenting. I'm happy to share my thoughts and stories with you- and I'm thankful of your support! Gracias.

Alright, so today was Friday, and Friday means acting class = the class where I'm least welcomed. Let me start off by saying that NEVER in my history of schooling have I detested a teacher this much, nor have I encountered one that detested ME this much. I'm so innocent, it's not even funny. I did not deserve those words from him today, I was on the verge of tears- I don't need a prada-mouthful telling me that I have the worst teacher-student relationship with him, that there could possibly be. Ouch Bowmander. Way to hit me in the feelings. If it were any other week, I bet you I wouldn't even be so bothered by it since, I myself am a better person than he. But I really didn't need that extra cherry to my already melted sundae. Oh god, I'm turning into my father. Dr. Phil quotes are cool right?

Anyways, I felt embarassed and mocked in front of my entire class (thanks to those who looked at me and motioned that he was an ass) but not the embarassing 'I do this everyday in Comedy school embarassing...' the real kind that I haven't felt since, oh I don't know, like grade 9! It took all I had in me to shut up. I stood there nodding my head as he insulted me using his figure of authority, as my face turned beet red and I cried internally. I may not disagree with his method of acting (thank god, or I'd be his worst enemy) but I do disagree with his way of teaching. Someone like me, let alone a whole room of me's will get fet up with it one time or another. When things like this happen, I can't help but think- 'I'm paying 50$ a class for this?' Welcome to second year, Chantale.

It doesn't end there... Afterwards, while others went up to execute their 'lines', he kept appologizing to me through their evaluations, which did not please me. But it's like he knew I was upset and wanted to Bowmander his way into friendship again. Sorry buddy, I'm your student. Not your friend.

I guess you can't always get what you want. A perfect life, perfect grades, perfect relationships... you just have to work with all these types of people.

I sometimes should take my own advice.

Today was long long long long long. I worked forever and just felt so blah. I'm looking forward to a fun-filled weekend to freshen up a little. I've been caught up with things and it's time for me to come back down to earth. I've got stuff to face like an adult and I'm just going to have to tuff it out. Even if all I really want to do is escape somewhere for a little while.

It's times like these where I miss home. I just want a hug from my Mom to tell me that everything will be okay. I'd pay 200$ for that right now. I believe Bowie says it best: " Ch-ch-ch-ch changes, turn and face the strange. Time may change me, but I can't change time!" Yeah, I'm still hooked. :P

On a less serious note... would you buy your underwear at a place that sold them outside in a bin labelled 'underware' ?? Me neither. Haha.