Weird Dreams, My Estella...

OK, I went to bed late and rose early this morning for my teaching bit. It was actually a really good day because I learned that my French is improving and noticably right now. I think that I may be in the mode where it just turns over into real understanding soon with my speaking where I am not thinking about it. I know it is really affecting my credibility in the States but I am glad that I am staying another month. I hate doing things like this half-assed, I want to speak and understand French. Anyways my first two classes went well and I took my break to find out that one of the kids in my first class pushed a girl over and busted her lip. I think that is his last straw and he is going to be expelled from the school. He is a borderline kid with some mental troubles from what I have been told. The sad part is he is probably one of my smartest students, he remembers everything so he may have some sort of autism going on. Wish I could do more but there is really nothing I can do except lead be example for the kid.
My last class was late in returning to the classroom and we decided to do a question and answer kind of thing because the teacher was having trouble controlling them all morning. Works for me because I get paid either way so I answered some of their questions and they think my life is like a stars life. If they only knew!!!
Returning home I picked up my latest read, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. It is a book that I bought about 7 years ago and have never read because I always pick up another beforehand. So, I was tired and read about 10 pages before putting the book down to rest my eyes a little, wink-wink. It wasn't long before the stars came out and I fell into a trance. I was transported to an estate in France with a spattering of Frenchies and old family friends. It was really bizarre and I remember it vividly. The best part was that the super cool teacher was there and I told her how I thought she was sooo beautiful, sexy, intelligent, likeable, etc... I said that it's a shame she had a boyfriend and that if she didn't I would definitely make a move on her. So, instead she made a move on me and gave me a small kiss, leaned out like a cat pawing at it's prey and said that she broke it off with him, leaning in for a more bewildering embrace!!! I am devestated that I woke up, I could have stayed in that dream with her for eternity. She is my Estella. If only dreams transcended into reality, I guess maybe I should just give it a try in real life. I do make a mean dinner and I can choose a handsome bottle of wine that does not delve too far into my purse. Anyway, I thought that would make a cool entry because some of my latest ones were junk. They were marred by hangovers, stress, and a general lack of enthuiasm I think. See you later Pip, old chap!