Icktoose
12-09-2004, 12:10 AM
...but I'm already dreading it. After the holidays, I am going to start giving trumpet lessons again. I've got several ambitious students signed up already, and I'm excited about that. But. There is one student who makes me want to pull my hair out and strangle myself with it.
See, he has a crush.... He calls my relatives' homes at ungodly hours of the night trying to get my phone number (I'm unlisted), he harrasses my friends trying to get information about me, he becomes obsessed with things that he has related to me (Phantom of the Opera, for example), and he collects my old discarded things, such as old homework papers, or music that I have played. Two years ago, he somehow got my mailing address, and he sent me several letters a week rambling about his personal family life that is none of my business, and he sometimes drew creepy pictures for me.
In more recent happenings, he has rewritten the lyrics of the Phantom of the Opera song in which he professes his love for me and asks me to be his girlfriend forever.
And, now, one hour a week I will have to sit in a little room with him. Alone. Sure, I'll be paid $20, but that just makes me feel like a prostitute. Ugh.
It's all very funny in retrospect, but it's very unenjoyable.
See, he has a crush.... He calls my relatives' homes at ungodly hours of the night trying to get my phone number (I'm unlisted), he harrasses my friends trying to get information about me, he becomes obsessed with things that he has related to me (Phantom of the Opera, for example), and he collects my old discarded things, such as old homework papers, or music that I have played. Two years ago, he somehow got my mailing address, and he sent me several letters a week rambling about his personal family life that is none of my business, and he sometimes drew creepy pictures for me.
In more recent happenings, he has rewritten the lyrics of the Phantom of the Opera song in which he professes his love for me and asks me to be his girlfriend forever.
And, now, one hour a week I will have to sit in a little room with him. Alone. Sure, I'll be paid $20, but that just makes me feel like a prostitute. Ugh.
It's all very funny in retrospect, but it's very unenjoyable.