P was my English teacher. He moved to Canada, his home country, this summer because he was expecting a baby and he said the salary here was not satisfying. Don't take me wrong, P is not a gold digger. In fact, he is a man too nice to be true. Having a gorgeous wife and a three-year-old daughter, he is a leader of a flawless family.

  Family...My dad and I are constantly confronting each other. I long to have a loving dad. As Joyce Carol Oates says, you don't realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.

  I felt starved when I met P.

  Young girls love to dream. Dream of future husbands, dream of life. I am no exception. P represented a fatherly figure and meanwhile I knew damn well that there would be nothing further than teacher-and-student in our relationship. I knew. I knew. I just hoped that he could spare a dazzling smile for me when I finished an essay.

  Aren't we all hungry for love? Haven't we, at sometimes or other in our life, refusing to face the reality?

  So I went on with my stupid deed. Stupid enough to get no.1 in English, scholarships, and other prizes, aiming to catch his attention; successfully, I made him proud of me. My friends gossiped about my 'horrible' changes. (Well, turning to a real brain is scary). I didn't care. I thought no one understanded me (C'mon, can you claim that the person sleeping next to you knows you thoroughly? Even, can you claim that you truely understand every part of yourself?).

  Anyway I had had a terrible time wasting my tears on nothing. I just hate the days sitting stupidly in front of a dead monitor, clicking Yahoo email stubbornly, re-re-refreshing, wishing that P would send one(grateful for one, dying for two) email to me.

    Naive I was. 

    So before he left, I (chairlady of class association) arranged a great farewell party for him. I don't know how I managed to invite all the students he has taught to be the guests.

   Seems that you are not bored with my story. To know more about things happened in the party and after, click those links.