Hey Mickey!

I have been reading a lot about proms (or summer balls as the Brits call it) recently. I might blog about it more in the coming weeks, but right now let's just say that I got in my head all the silly songs that one would expect at such event, things about dating, coming of age and being still carefree. And listening to abysmally ridiculous but very catchy music. Like Mickey by Toni Basil, which I never even liked when I was a teenager, or when I was child and it became a hit. I watched the original video for the first time a few weeks ago and, while I find the whole thing really dumb (I mean Baisl was nearly 40 when she did it), I can't help but enjoying it a lot. I am not sure why.

A young woman at her prom

Your may remember the big sister of my godson, who last Christmas told me she had a boyfriend sharing my name, which made me feel so very old. I first met her two days after she was born. Now she is a tall, blonde and absolutely beautiful young woman (Wolfie even said "wow!" seeing the picture and no I am not making it up). Her father, who is an old friend of mine from college, sent me a picture of her right before she went to her prom night. He said time goes way too fast ("darnit" he added). I agree. Anyway, she is not dating Guillaume anymore, apparently she did have a few boyfriends since then, but his father is not too keen on the pool she takes them from (skaters). Again, I agree. Anyway, I feel old now.

Ca ne rajeunit personne (chronique pas vraiment nostalgique)

C'était peut-être une mauvaise idée: j'ai jeté un coup d'oeil sur le site de l'école pour laquelle je travaillais en 2009-2010. J'y ai vu les vidéos (des photos en fait) du bal des finissants. Donc voilà, sans doute une mauvaise idée. J'ai connu ces enfants-là lorsqu'ils étaient... enfants. Et bon, même s'ils le sont encore (year 8, ils ont entre 12-13 ans) de les voir habillés glamour pour un bal, ça m'a comme donné un coup de vieux.

Ce n'est pas vraiment que je m'ennuie du travail, parce que j'ai fini par le détester très vite, et le milieu encore plus. En fait, je détestais tout vers la fin.Je veux dire, vraiment tout. Mais bon, pas tous les élèves étaient des monstres, en fait beaucoup étaient attachants (beaucoup plus que les vipères que j'avais comme collègues). Alors de les voir vieillir comme ça, ça cogne un peu.