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I just talked with my grandma about a class reunion the other day and how I wouldn’t go because the only good thing about high school was my form master. I had several conversations planned out in my head for when he would ask if I’d go to the reunion, just trying to find a way to not disappoint him and in every scenario I imagined he would understand if I told him why I couldn’t do it.

The first thing in high school we had was this week-long camp where we were supposed to gel with our classmates and build a base to go on when we would start school. Immediately on the first night I became sick and he had to rush me to the emergency and he gave me a red bucket to throw up in and we joked cause my PJ’s were red too, and we were listening to Johnny Cash in the car.

When I had my spine surgeries in 2008 and I went back to school in 2009 he was so helpful and said he would help me with anything I needed and my getting better was the most important thing. I’m actually convinced he told my other teachers to go easy on me because they never called on me to give a presentation, they let me be during class participations, it was almost ridiculous. 

When my classmates bullied my then-best friend into changing schools and she and I went to him to tell him my friend would leave school he turned to me and said “are you leaving too?” cause he knew she was my only friend and I said I didn’t know and he said he would fail as a teacher if he let me leave too, so I never left. I wanted to change classes too, you know we had class A and class B and there were some guys in class B I got along with okay but changing classes would’ve meant BB would no longer be my form master.

If I ever partook in any community event it was because of him, because he was awesome and I didn’t want to let him down. When he was asked (because he was an English language teacher) which student of his spoke the best English he said it was me because I just used it in a really natural way without even thinking about it and that was my proudest moment, that was in year 13.

He was obsessed with zombies (and scarves) and we joked a lot about how he was going bald so young. 

Idk if you guys have that in other countries but in Hungary we don’t have year books we have this huge board (we call it tableau but when I google it it doesn’t show what I mean) with photos of the students in that class and every teacher who taught us, and well ours was zombie-themed obviously and it was all his idea. The background was a post-apocalyptic version of our town.

We had our regular photos taken but they were kind of elevated from the board and behind them was a mirror and on the other side of our regular photos we had zombie-versions of ourselves so if you looked in the right angle you could see a class full of zombies. (I actually have a photo too, hang on.)

Our prom dance was a traditional waltz and then a mash up of cool pop songs at the time, including but not limited to Party Rock Anthem and Waka Waka, in addition to Thriller (obviously, cause zombies) and he even had a part with one of the girls where they reenacted a scene from Dirty Dancing (the part where Patrick Swayze lifts Jennifer Grey above his head), and on our last class trip (to which I only went because of him) he got a bit wasted and people were scattered but I was ready for bed (because I’m cool) and he was in the dining area on his own drinking and singing Fuck Her Gently by Tenacious D x)

That was the class trip where I actually had my Only Sip of Alcohol when we took a trip to this miner statue in the middle of the night and we all passed this bottle of champagne around (the brand was BB because his nickname was BB (because of his initials)) and I had a sip for his honour. I even stood up next to the statue and held a very brief speech about how if I could do those five years again I would, and change so many things about it but right then and there I was having a really good time. I wanted him to know that I was having a good time but I didn’t want to lie about having regrets.

He was relentless about making me believe I had talent for film-making, or at least having cool ideas for short films. I think he entered my Media A-levels project in a competition, I still don’t know if it won anything because I was too embarrassed about it.

At our banquet we all officially agreed to start using the informal you with him, though most of my classmates already did but I just couldn’t get myself to do it cause he was a teacher and I was a lame embarrassing kid. He even called me out on it when I used the formal you for him later. I think I actually have an unanswered message from him I’ve been too embarrassed to open. I never stopped feeling bad for still letting him down somehow, though I imagine he had bigger worries in his life later.

He got engaged to his girlfriend last year. He had his birthday a few days ago.

He had a soft voice and a gentle smile and he was too young.

Ill write longer when i hopefully feel less dead tomorrow but holy shit bastille was awesome. this was the longest i waited for a band (four concerts I had no interest in whatttthe fuck, even for Editors I only did three last year x)) and i was jumping so much and jumping and singing with my arms up its literally the thing i shouldnt be doing ;___; But it was so good and im so happy I HEARD THE DRAW LIVE?!?!?!?!?!?? ME?!?!?!?! THE DRAW?!?!?!?!?????!!!!!!! im bummed out about lethargy though and i still dont really like laura palmer or icarus id just love to hear these streets so much more. BUT Im not like looking back thinkin ughh bad setlist it was amazing im just saying.

of the night was so cool two evils was awesome fake it is such a damn banger i always forget how hard it goes?!?!?! BLAME WAS BADASS everyone song from wild world sounds just so damn good and i could give out so much of my frustration and anxieties about everything, snakes was the perfect song for that and the currents have never been my fave but it rocked last night ♥♥

we got no scrubs too which is still so intense dan was walking around again during flaws (and another song???) but not to our side :[ but im kinda glad cause the girl next to me was fucking annoying she was constantly yelling “COME HERE” to dan like 1) hes not a dog 2) he cant fucking hear you 3) shut the fuck up so i cant even imagine what she wouldve been like if he did come there. she kept slapping my hand when i held up my flag too cause she was constantly recording and apparently my hands were in the way -.-

look im all for everyone enjoying a concert the way they want but if youre recording the whole thing then dont expect me to pay attention to your camera positioning the whole time -.- like if ur recording ur favourite song then sure but the whole thing?

anyway and dan spoke so much in hungarian he was so cute ^^ they seemed to be enjoying themselves but dan had problems with the sounding and kept making annoyed gestures at the sound guys on the side of the stage x) i think he heard themselves too much in his monitor at least thats what his movements implied.

ANYWAY AND THEN POMPEII HAPPENED AND I WAS SAD AND THEN THEY BROUGHT OUT A BIG BUTTON AND THEN DAN PUSHED IT AT THE CLIMAX OF THE SONG AND FIREWORKS STARTED AND I WAS SO HAPPY I CRIED WHILE JUMPING AND SINGING IT WAS DISGUSTING

Today I was in line at the store to get myself some ice coffees and the line was huge and in the front I saw an older man talking to the cashier and another younger man stood between them and I could hear English words being said like “credit card” but also “forint” which is the Hungarian currency and the cashier shook her head then the old guy said something again to which the man between them said, in Hungarian, “I don’t know what that means” and then I was like IMMA HERO so I walked ahead and asked if I COULD HELP!?!?!?!?!? I DONT KNOW WHY I DID THAT ;_____; I WAS TIRED AFTER WORK I DONT HAVE INHIBITIONS WHEN IM TIRED

Anyway the guy wanted to know if they found his wallet in the store cause he thought he lost it by the exit but unfortunately nobody saw his wallet. The cashier thanked me but unfortunately I didn’t get to skip the line.

kymal:

i like hearing about other people’s critical role experience so reblog this and tell me 1) how/why you started watching the show 2) what episode was the first one you watched live and 3) what part of the show had you hooked/what drew you in

this was quite literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me (outside stuff like, death of a family member, im not fucking kidding you. ive had four surgeries, three of those were Very Serious and those didnt scare me this much).

im still shaking and my throat hurts from crying and freaking out to my sister on the phone but dammit this is my blog and i will panic about it here too.

so i came home from work and i put down my bags and immediately i went to feed the dog outside i just came in and i just put down the empty bowl in the kitchen and i was either leaving the kitchen or going back in i cant remember when i saw movement under one of the cabinets we have. it has a low bottom, like its probably only high enough that my clenched fist would fit under it.

i stopped in the kitchen door and stared at where i saw the movement and when it moved again i recognised the movement of when a frog moves forward a little and drags its hind leg (im having shivers just remembering this) so i freaked out and slammed the kitchen door behind me (except the door stopper got caught between the door and the whatever, the step, the whatever that thing, the doorstep so it didnt close entirely but i didnt even think about opening it again jesus anyway.) 

I was FReaking out, full on panic attack im not exaggerating then i called my sister who was still at work i guess and i dont remember much from the conversation but i wa shvaing a panic atack in the phone and she was trying to calm me down. after like 15 minutes i came to the realisation that my mum wasnt home my grandparents werent home (they live across the street) i had nobody to help me except my uncle and aunt who live a few houses away from me.

so i decided to get their help so i took down the thing that keeps mosquitos out off the kitchen window and jumped out but also realised that because our main door, the entrance door is loose and opens even to the wind, we close it with a key every time we close it, if we’re inside or outside or going back and forth, we turn the key, its a reflex. miracle didnt happen, i checked and saw i didnt forget to lock it, so i had to crawl back in, spend another five minutes on the phone with my sister then psyching myself up to leave the kitchen and go to the door and unlock it. i did that, it was very scary.

i tried to calm down a bit afterwards and walked to my aunt’s store to explain to her. they’re kinda fancy, that side of the family, my uncle is a representative at the office where i work and he’s an architect so he’s quite rich and my aunt hasnt worked much in her life but she’s had businesses and like small jobs and went to courses and not that long ago she opened a handmade goodies store near where they live. they are well off. i actually like them (her more than my uncle tbh) and though we are close im not personally super close with them. i do know i could count on them in an emergency like, a normal, non-phobia emergency too.

so my aunt said she would send over my uncle in a bit and she was nice so i came back and opened the entrance door and then put my dog on a leash so he doesn’t attack my uncle and then sat down in the grass and talked to the dog and called my mum and posted on tumblr. oh and also somehow gathered the courage to go inside the house and close all the doors to the rooms. cause it was in like this entry room that you step inside when you enter our house, and four doors open to four different rooms from there. so.

in about half an hour my uncle and my cousin (his oldest daughter who’s like two years older than me) came over and my uncle laughed at me being stuck outside (not maliciously but in more of an amused way) and I explained stuff to them and then my cousin found the frog near the coat hanger thingy, which is right by the kitchen door so it means i walked past it several times hahhahahahhaa

anyway i gave them a broom and a thingy, aaaaaa whatshisfuck. google translate’s failing me. Its when youre sweeping dust and you sweep the dust into it and then pour it into the bin, that thing.

and he got it and threw it into the backyard. i saw its butt hanging out, i was right when i saw it first, it was kinda white and spotty, i think it was a toad but if i think more about it or keep picturing it im gonna get sick.

i thanked them and called my sister again and texted my mum and went over all the rooms though ill go over them again soon just in case. the big thing will be convincing my mum not to open the front door again in the morning or in the evening. thats when it came in ,when we opened it to let some air in. its so hot but im so scared.

im very shakey right now and still very upset im exhausted as fuck from the panic attack and my voice is gone from crying so much. then my grandma called me who’s on a holiday hence them not being at home, so yay x) timing.

anyway this was the worst and now im very very upset so. i think ill blog from the dark for the rest of the day and try to calm down. i love you all bye