I haven't posted in a while, so here's a quick recap of my day:
Acting class: My teacher made me feel so special this morning!!! - he wanted to do a demonstration, and instead of asking for volunteers for actors from the class like he usually does, he looked straight at me and said, in front of the entire class, "Emma, will you volunteer to do this demonstration?"
I nearly fell off my chair.
So I did the demonstration for him.
Then he gave back our essays at the end of class, and I got a 49.5 out of 50! He told the class that if anyone had any questions, he would be around for a few minutes in the room to answer them.
I walked out of class and waited for Liz in the hallway (her acting class technically ends at the same time as mine, but her teacher generally lets the class out a few minutes later.
As I was waiting, my teacher, Nathan, walked out of the class and stopped in front of me. He looked at me and asked, "Are you waiting to ask me some questions about the essay?"
And I answered honestly, "Well, no. I am waiting for my friend to get out of her class - but since you're here anyway..."
and I asked him a few questions, thinking all the while, "RUN AWAY WITH ME!!!!!"
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Chemistry Recitation: we had some problems to do that were easy as ... well, too easy. The instructor called some kids (including me) up to the board and gave us a problem to solve. I was done before the other kids were even halfway through it.
He asked me to explain the problem, I did.
Then he gave out quizzes and I finished first, handed it in, and left (we are allowed to leave after we hand in our quiz).
I got back my chem test and I got a 71/100. Which, for me, is terrible, but considering the class average was 55, I don't feel too bad.
I hate that Chemistry is like this for me:
Some days and some topics, I know all too well - I can solve them with my eyes closed, one hand behind my back, before anyone else in my class even gets close to finishing.
Other days, it is like gibberish to me - I can't understand it, don't know where to begin, don't understand anything at all.
No other subject, science or not, has ever been this enigmatic for me. It's very frustrating.
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Arkadiy Update:
His ex has been hangin around him more often - I am actually getting jealous. I have no claims on him in any way. He doesn't even like her, he is not at all interested in her romantically, and yet I am still feeling jealous whenever he mentions hanging out with her. wtf?!
Last night, Julian and Arkadiy came by and Liz and I chilled with them for a while. Then Liz went to bed, and it was just me, Arkadiy, and Julian. We talked for a long time, it was cool...
and Arkadiy kept making his jokes about having sex with me, and I got very exasperated and was saying stuff like, "See Julian? This isn't fair!"
Julian was laughing and agreeing with me, "Arkadiy, man, you gotta quit talking like that if you don't mean it."
At the end of the night, I walked the boys out to the gate outside my dorm, and they both hugged me, and Arkadiy said something sly about sex with me (yet again). I lost it. I did not get mad, I just went into my wallet and pulled out an IOU he had half jokingly, half-seriously written for me weeks ago. It says, word-for-word, "IOU one sexing"
I said, "That's it. Here. Take it. You owe me."
He said, "Are you cashing this in? Name the time and the place."
I couldn't believe it was so easy to finally get him to agree to sex. I asked him later, "So all I had to do was give you that stupid IOU?"
And he mentioned that he always keeps his promises.
Which sounded to me like, "I will have sex with you. But only because I am obliged to."
I told him nevermind, I don't believe in having sex with someone who doesn't want to have sex with me. He told me he does want to have sex with me, it's just that he can't feel comfortable having sex with someone who has zero emotional attachment to him.
I told him the truth: Obviously he is special to me, because otherwise I would have taken his advice weeks ago and just found someone else to screw. The fact that I want him, and him alone must show him that he means more to me than just empty, meaningless sex.
After I admitted that, he said, "Alright, so name the time and place."
I told him, yet again, "I don't condone rape. I will not have sex with an unwilling partner. Tear up the damned IOU."
He said, "So, time and place?"
And I said, "Did you not understand me?"
He said, "I did. But I am not listening."
I didn't understand until he clarified, "I want to have sex with you. And now that you are showing your emotional side... I feel like I can. I feel comfortable with the idea of it. So let's do it."
Soo....sometime soon, I will finally be getting laid. I just keep stressing to Arkadiy that, while he does mean more to me than other guys, I will not love him or be his girl.
He seems to understand.
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Now, time to explain the title of this entry.
I already discussed how insecure I was feeling about men's numerical value for perfection, and how far from it I am.
Cam read that entry, and this was what he said to me:
"...In regards to 36-24-36. A) It's a generalization. B) Doesn't even factor height. C) Do you know if you even measured yourself correctly (common knowledge among girls? Kind of doubt that) D) It's subjective anyway."
You're awesome, Cam. You made me smile ^_^