the mysterious case of the unknown character. XD

i asked her, i did, i did! (i sound like that tweety creature: i thought i thaw a putty tat! i did! i did! i did thaw a putty tat!)


i dont know what made us dread the consultation session with her so much, 
but the jester and i were heads over heels trying to come up with material to cover every aspect in case she decides to question us on so-and-so... we worried for naught.

miss Y in class and miss Y out of class're two very different people: in class she strikes everyone as the intimidating, omnipotent type of character... probably the (sad) fact that she can easily hold her own against the entire class's contributed to that overall impression, but i guess i'd gotten it wrong. who knew she had such a happy laugh? it sure was something, watching her break into peals of laughter at er, something we did. *grin*

our 'consultation' was done in about ten minutes, wasnt it? i think so, because i remember glancing at my watch and realizing i had about 5 minutes left; reason enough to make me gulp and work up the guts to ask her about my name. i confess, had she not been in such a genial mood, or had we not managed to please her with what we'd come up with (for our paper) so far, i wouldnt have dared to ask.

in any case, she hasnt seen the word before, and she finds it interesting that my granda named us all 'Qiu' (autumn) for our middle name, regardless of gender. she did mention something about asking some colleages of hers *fingers crossed quickly*... i'm to email her to set an appointment to see her next week, which, i am ashamed to admit, i havent done. tomorrow, i promise.

oh, would that these people hold a sliver of hope for me... why didnt i ask grandfather when he was still alive?

P.S long weekends're never fun for me. i end up hiding in my box for days on end, just like a damned hermit. gah.