Donc! dans la série mes premiers cours, je suis une classe de "introduction to creative writing", qui est absolument fantastique. C'est vraiment dommage qu'en france on n'ait pas plus de classes pratiques parce que apprendre à lire la littérature, d'accord, mais des cours d'écriture! le rêve!
enfin le rêve pour l'instant parce que j'ai cru comprendre qu'à un moment j'allais devoir écrire un poème en anglais et je dois dire que ça ne me réjouit pas vraiment...
bref, le premier travail qu'on devait rendre était d'écrire, telle qu'on nous l'avait racontée, une histoire de famille, et vous devez pas vous moquer de moi parce que c'est le premier truc de l'année et oui c'est complètement cheesy vu que c'est une histoire d'amour!
“Oooh! What a pretty bath suit honey! Just like mine when I was your age! Did I ever tell you how important this bath suit was in my life?
It was in the summer, I must have been eighteen, and it was my first holidays without my parents. Aaah, how blessed were these few days without nanie! You know how your grand-mother is now, well she was worst when I was a kid, and I was quite in rebellion against her, and papou, and Jewish religion too, well in rebellion against the world actually! Anyway, I was with Virginie, who had invited me to come down to Corsica, and we were going to meet with some of her sister's friends to sail. It was my first time on a boat! You know I'm not much of an adventurous...
Here I am, climbing into this boat, which is absolutely fabulous : a whiter than white boat, with blue details, two big sails with a different flag on each of them. The weather is wonderful, blue sky with no clouds whatsoever, sun shining but not to hot, just enough wind to for the boat, perfect!
And then I see him. First thought? « What a gorgeous hunk ». Second thought? « What is wrong with this arrogant prick?! ». He didn’t even look at me you see. Oh he has always been self confident, but now I know that it's not even conscious, he has such a well constructed ego he just doesn't know how to be self-conscious!
So we ignored each other for a few days, until finally he began to really see me, and to look at me properly. Let’s just say that my bathing suit, a bright pink bikini, in crochet fabric, just like yours, made quite an impression.
But at this time, he was the typical teenage boy you see, handsome, arrogant, and really independent, he didn’t want to be “emotionally attached”... I was very lucky actually, because after our holidays he had to leave to complete his military service. I can tell you, this totally changed him, shocked him even, and for the best. He came back to me totally transformed.
So all in all we can say that you and Sebastien are here thanks to that bathing suit and the army!”