The teacher we should have appreciated

In every school there is this one teacher whom everybody hates. Even this teachers colleagues have always a bad word about them. And probably because of the fact that everyone hates them and they would be otherwise kicked out of school in under a second, they are always the best, but hardest teachers. If you still don't understand (or have been home schooled your whole life.. and never enjoyed the joys of high school lunch) think of Snape. Yep, Severus Snape from the beloved Harry Potter books.. Gryffindor hated him, just because he was strict and awaited so much from them.. Well, okay, he was a stuffed arsehole and did many nasty things. But as a teacher he was just as my maths teacher.

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With all my now gained respect, she is as a person a sunny, nice and easy-going. In school she is made from steel, awaiting from us nearly eyes dropping results. I wouldn't say that she is a wonderful teacher, as she explains things in her own way and it is needed a longer period to adjust yourself to get her ideas and thoughts. But the moment you actually do that, you start seeing her good sides, like for example she is always available if you don't get something or the fact that she is rather funny sometimes. Her strict attitude? It certainly helps our class to proceed since we have not failed any big test and other classes have failed them completely.

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The last three weeks my maths and physics teacher was ill and did not teach us. As a subtitude teacher we received one of those young, beloved but yet so arrogant and narsistic teachers. She tried, maybe even hard. I still don't have a clue of what her name is.

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So this time, let me rise my hat and glass of wine to the teachers whom we hate but in few years will be crying after to, since they are the best teachers we will probably have on this stage.

Rising the glass to Ms H, Liz. (and if you ever read this, Ms H, I want to say again- thank you)

Stockholm calling

Yeeeeeah, four days Easter holidays in Sweden. What would be lovelier? Though, I'm a bit nervous, because of the summer job interview at a restaurant. At least I'm able to say my name with a whole sentence on swedish...  However, I'm also told to bring my bikinis with me (!). It means there must be quite warm. To my plans include hanging around with friends, walking in Stockholm and unfortunately reading some school stuff besides the interview and enjoying the sunny weather. I promise ti take some nice pics from Sweden, too.
And about Easter. We, meaning our family, have never had Easter traditions. Still, we used to cook and/or something nice for the weekend. Here is a recipe I recommend.

Ingredients

• 4 cups chopped rhubarb
• 1 1/3 cups white sugar
• 6 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1 tablespoon butter
• 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
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Directions

1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees F (230 degrees C).
2. Combine sugar and flour. Sprinkle 1/4 of it over pastry in pie plate. Heap rhubarb over this mixture. Sprinkle with remaining sugar and flour. Dot with small pieces of butter. Cover with top crust.
3. Place pie on lowest rack in oven. Bake for 15 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C), and continue baking for 40 to 45 minutes. Serve warm or cold.

HAPPY EASTER!!!!!!

Sandwich Tuesday

My tuesday was full of sandwiches. Sandwiches, french and running actually, but the main point are going to be now sandwiches.

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Ten different kinds. 200 of them. Three hours time. Mission impossible? Could be. We did it. We did it. 

It may be crazy, but..

WE DID IT!

Amazement never increases

In our world it is kind of amazing if you haven't done certain things not once in your life. For example eaten ice cream during winter walking in a snowy old town, watched a silly movie and felt moved by it even though every single creature around you thinks the movie sucks or having suffered through intense pain and suffering about what to give one's friend as a birthday gift.

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I discovered such things just in few past days plenty. I learned that when I am invited to a lovely garden party only with one condition- to have an opposite-sex-avec I panic because I do not know whom to invite to be my plus one. (because I have an intense fear of inviting a boy who already has a girlfriend- it doesn't look great to me now, right? Me and my avec problems..)

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I had my first experience with opening a glass bottle sealed (with metal) only with scissors as a tool. (couldn't do it properly, but I believe that with a little bit of rehearsals and experience I will be as good as my friend is)

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I realized that my best friend is the one who has sent me every day three or more messages during a week hoping I would get them and answer and had not given up on hope, even if I was worried sick because I did not get one world from him. (we blame the internet) Sincerely, I cried three times because I was so worried.. Silly girl? Perhaps.

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Internet did not work the moment I needed it the most and I suffered also when our television broke, this forces me not to trust technology more but less than before I ever did.

Intentionally (even though she said she certainly did not know about it) from my friends behalf and unintentionally from me mixing the time when the opera starts and the being called at nine o'clock "Liz, it starts in two hours" and having a friends over.. Causes troubles but an amazing experience because the opera (Le Comte Ory) was sassy, sexy and funny with an extremely gifted vocals. Well done MET and the lead vocalist who had had 40 minutes to get to the stage from his home after having a boy born. (he looked as the proudest father I have ever seen)

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In this last paragraph, I have honestly to ask you, did you realize I started every single "paragraph" with the letter "i"?

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Increasingly panicing about getting the perfect plus one,  yours truly, Liz.

CM15

Ever heard of cm15?
No, it's not 15 cm. CM15 stands for Call Me in 15. A system known probably by every girl in modern world (I mean, in 1800 one couldn't text your friend that please save me from this hell, I actually feel kinda bad for those girls. Even though, I don't think every single of them could sit alone with friends or a guy saturday night.)
So, why am I talking about this. I believe that every single girl should have her own cm15-support system.
First of all, cm 15 is great for those girls who go on blind dates (never been on one, and probably not planing to on one in next few years.. I think it would be kind of scary), or to us, who have to get going at some point in the evening or if you need a good excuse to get away from a uncomfortable situation.

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Talking about uncomfortable situations. Yesterday (SATURDAY, oh my god, saturdays are brilliant!) I first met a friend whom I hadn't seen in a year. She had grown up, looked amazing even though was stressed because of school, the incredible part being that there were no awkward moments between us.
After being with her, I was dragged to a shopping spree with parents and our interior designer. (don't comment on that, I can't change that) After getting married to a carpet (it will probably last for 100 years being a Herekia. I should probably do a carpet series here, I've learned so much in few months now) I met my friend to go watch the movie "My Fair Lady" with Audrey Hepburn. I have seen it few times before and I absolutely love it.

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After the movie we went on a pizza, and my two of classmates joined us. Take this as not a bad thing, I love them, but sometimes they can just be so annoying. And I'm used to that, I usually don't even make any more thoughts on that but this time..
I was in rage. First, the girl with whom I was in cinema had to go home and I stayed in the city with those two girls. They decided that they wanted to go party in a club. Yep. I am totally serious. We all are underage for this particular club, so I said that I absolutely had to go and get some tee before dancing and drinking. So, in a normal cafe they said that they have to go to the powdering room, apply some make up to look 21years old (I'm not even kidding now). My first thought? CM15 emergency. Of course my both CM15 girls were out and didn't answer. (thinking about it now I was supposed to be on CM15 check yesterday, not them.. ups) So, I called my next years dance-partner. Not the wisest idea, I realized after he didn't get the whole deal about why I just couldn't walk away from the situation but he did call me in 15 minutes. I answered the phone, and was "invited to a party", got up, said goodbyes and went home. Stupid? Maybe. But I had no other choise, they were insulting my dance partner and wanted to go in a club.

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In the bus I realized that I had just walked out and done CM15 on two girls, for the first time in my life.
The bad taste in my mouth didn't leave me all night. And the people around us in the cafe sure laughed at me.

-Liz

Feeling happy

I have been very busy recently. Well, I'm always busy, but however now it is finally time to chill a bit ;)

All the exams for this period are done, my winter clothes are washed and hanging pressed in my closet, some random paper work is finished and my room is totally cleaned (including the windows of the whole apartment). 

Yesterday when I was supposed to read for the last maths exam my friend called me and asked me to come  to a real huge gig. Although I really shouldn't have gone, I went with her and it was totally amazing. Wholeheartedly I can say that I don't regret any second of last night. It was totally amazing! By the way the exam today didn't go quite well, but I don't care... Last night was kind of once in a life -thing.

Furthermore we were eating sushi with some friends after our exams. I can't say I love sushi from the bottom of my heart, but yeah it is quite delicious. Especially the ebi nigiri (one type of sushi), mmmm! 

After eating we went to a new second-hand shop nearby the center. The shop sells  both quality clothes and accessorizes like Lee's jeans and Longchamp's bags, but also normal stuff like Cheap Monday's jeans, Zara's clothes etc. The best thing is the shop isn't too expensive either. Of course between those nice clothes were some grandma pants, toot, but there isn't a second-hand shop with odd garment. 

The rest of the day was just hanging around, but at the moment I feel so happy! 

I'm looking very forward seeing Liz and an other friend tomorrow, because I haven't met YOU (meant you Liz) in a long time.

Now, enjoy your evenings!

To curtsey if nervous

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That's  me. This afternoon. Just few hour ours back. I was at school, when suddenly I see my dance partner standing with some old people. For a moment - okay, I'll confess, if he hadn't said the following sentence, I would forever thought they were his grandparents. But because I seriously have a grandiose lack of brain and had become dizzy from everything happening around.. I reacted in this way when he said "And this is my dance partner, Liz." I curtseyed. No joke. 

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You know those moments of life when you actually do something and then just freeze? And in your head is banging the thought "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING; LIZ?" So at that moment his parents eyes nearly popped out and my dance partner stands there, also frozen (he was trying to pull me into a hug) and literally everyone around us stares at me.. Of course I ran away after he pulled me into hug and held me there for a time which seemed very long (after that one I had true bed hair). 

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After today I know that if nervous, curtsey. 

-Liz

Please make me a happy girl

Mm, saturday. I have to confess, saturday evenings are those ones which I hate the most. You realize it's not Saturday morning anymore (full of promises, possibilities and choices), and not Friday morning either (for me Friday mornings are the best- weekend ahead, Monday morning miles away).


A friend of mines told me last Monday Afternoon a funny story: he had met and dined with his girlfriends parents after being in the relationship for three weeks. Me and a boy I never thought I would agree on anything with him (he was sitting with us) asked were they going to get married in the summer. A bad joke, but in my mind a rightful one. I swear, there will never be a situation where I will go dining with my boyfriend and parents as an introduction before I have been dating the person for at least two months. In my mind a shorter time is irritating, false and in my experience, one does not know another one enough to tell that this person is the one I want to be with for now. on the other side, everyone does it in own style, right?

My own picture.. and how I miss Rome now. It's still not enough warm here to wander in top and shorts, and I would give anything (I guess) to be again in Rome with that heat. I guess though that there's not that warm now either.

-Liz