Had a bit of a catch-up today.
Guess what was the trigger: the skirt. Remind me NOT to wear it when I don't want people talking to me, or looking at me.
Anyway I found out she always liked the way I could wear stuff people just doesn't wear and not look ridiculous (I do remember her commenting on me always looking so young, once I went to school in my 20s). We talked about gloves, and hats and scarves and she asked how many hats I had and I say not so many now, used to wear hats even in the summer, not now, but I have that one you liked the other day, and a tartan one that I love and hopefully I'll have a Sherlock Holmes one in a month.
"Sherlock Holmes?", she asked.
And that started it. I ended up confessing I'm fangirling over a tv show like a teenager and I mentioned London and she said I have to go to London as soon as I finish my studies. That I owe it to myself. She didn't say I deserve it, but she did say some nice things.
Left feeling something warm inside.
My students had behaved like arseholes today. So this made my day.
Went to the exam. Did the exam alone in an empty classroom (the actual exam was last week). When I was on my way to my classroom to hand in and join the class I noticed I had answered three questions when very clearly I was being asked to answer two. So part of my exam will be voided. Hope the rest is enough for a "pass"
Listened to Casanova on the way back. There is a Barbara there. Some pretty young woman who did NOT sleep with the great lover. Always making the right decision, Barbara.
That was the second part of my day. The first went by in a fit of terror and begging some deity to make the exam disappear.
