Welcome to Eya's Basket, where I will randomly blog and rant about stuff I feel like ranting and blogging about.
Thursday, 23 October 2014
A ride from my teacher
I began my day on an uncomfortable note.
So I wasn't feeling
too peachy last night and as a result I lost a lot of sleep hours that I was
looking forward to getting. With eyelids heavy with sleep I woke up this morning
still a bit indecisive about whether I should go to school or sit the day out.
I decided on the former and got dressed ate breakfast and l left for school.
While I was walking along the avenue to emerge on the main road, a teacher of
mine stopped and offered me a ride. Who am I to be impolite and decline the
good deed? I opted for the backseat since I’m more comfortable there but he
cleared off the passenger seat and after a brief argument in my head I got in and
we were on our way.
However, before he even made it to the end of the street,
the discomfort intensified.
There I was, in the passenger seat of my fairly young
male teacher’s car and we were going to school together. No he wasn't driving fast at all. This pic highlights how awkward I felt.
I’m a senior, at the highest
level in high school sitting the seat next to a male teacher. I found it inappropriate
and too intimate and basically worrying my head off about how sordid the
situation will look to someone else. Therefore the whole ride was spent with me
squirming, breathing unevenly and being completely uncomfortable. My discomfort
was quite obvious since couldn't conceal how stupid I was for accepting his
offer. I was undoubted paranoid.
We arrived at the school and I started earning some looks
from my fellows students. Who wouldn't’ look? That girl is coming to school
with Mr. Blah?
“Oh my God!”
“Do you think they’re..?”
“I never thought she
was that kind of person?”
No. I heard no one said that but my mind was inundated with
those possibilities. It was a very innocent ride, few words were said about my
slight phobia of travelling in front seats and so I guessed he felt a tad guilty.
I was so glad when he parked. I almost galloped out of the vehicle and headed
for another grade block that I’d surpassed two years ago. It did take me a few
minutes to calm down.
I did have him for two teaching periods. I still found it awkward.
Luckily, my day progressed quite ok afterwards.
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
Idk..,rant
Sometimes I question my purpose. At times I try not to but it's human nature to wonder. I wonder how my future will turn out and this sends me in a panic becuase my endless shortcomings are realized and I feel defeated. At the end of the day I remain a curious inidvidual because that's who I am. Sometimes I'm too overanalytical, pressuring myself and I miss out a little on what's happening right in front of me. I hate when that happens but the time has already been wasted. Yes, insecurities do flare up though I try not to succumb to them. If I do, where will that get me?
Thursday, 2 October 2014
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