So I finally decided to watch the new My Little Pony cartoon. It's pretty neat, can't believe there's this huge fandom and all these conventions the fans setup. I think it'd be sort of fun to go to something like that, it's one hell of a pop culture phenomena. Anyway, crazy things, crazy things that one tries to parse.
I've always wondered exactly what these feelings really say about me though: Then we'll head to a class that we take. Being called upon and explaining how a music term should be worded and if we can grasp the concepts. Stutters will come from me, but with the answer, perhaps blushses. Funny how I have a little fondness for that teacher, he seems so nice. I exist in that class simply to please with correct answers.
Yeah, totally unexpected that part after the My Little Pony paragraph right? :-P
Sometimes I wonder. I'm not sure if it's because I wanted to be his favorite student. I felt so bad since most of the students in his class were such dolts. So cheerful in his advanced age he was, maybe still is, I've not seen him in a over a month since that class ended. I might not have always had the right answers though.
But I tried and I got a sold B in that class. I just wish people my age, especially ones in college, took things a little more seriously. I didn't mind though in the last part of those classes when I actually did have the correct answers. Most of them were simply becoming discouraged and stopped showing up.
Maybe I wanted him to have a fondness for me too, maybe I was looking for something, but I don't know what. Life is such a wonderfully complex puzzle, don't ya think?