when the right thing to do is also the hardest thing to admit to
I have a teacher. He's an excellant teacher. He's very good at explaining the concepts in an understandable manner. I would argue that I've learned more from this teacher in the past year than I did in all of my high school music classes combined.
This teacher is hitting on me. Hardcore. I am uncomfortable.
In fact, I was just over talking to him about the processional of the carols, and how I was looking for a pianist to play Santa Baby, for me- and he remarked that he couldn't wait to see the costume for that. When I said that it would be long and warm, because it's been so cold, he said, aw well. No need to see the costume then.
He told one of his morning classes (today, dressed up as ozzy osbourne) that he was a man having a midlife crisis.
He's made a good deal of innapropriate jokes to me.
And I'm not sure what to do.
Because he really is a very good teacher
Because these jokes have been going on for three weeks
Because I'm so uncomfortable...
It literally makes me want to take a shower to scrub off the dirty feeling these jokes and innappropriate remarks leave.
Posted at 04:23 pm by obsidian