I can't decide if this is stupid or not...
Screw it, stop pretending.
I wasn't going to say it to his face, but this IS stupid. I look stupid, I feel stupid, and looking and feeling stupid online is probably not the best of ways to go about making new friends, particularly online ones. Obviously, the internet's not stupid or Medren wouldn't have talked me into doing it in the first place, but I'm more the lurking around dark internet corners, trolling google for sheet music I don't have to pay for, and being a non presence type. So being out like this is, I don't know.
It's like I walked in here, whipped off my shirt, and started showing off my non existent battle scars or something. Little marks on my collarbone from strings snapping against it one too many times, a little too much grey hair that's started coming in lately, and anything else that might or might not come to mind, things like that are out for all of you to see and probably be horrified at but I'm not going to be all that disturbing until we're all good friends. For one thing, one of my students might be here, for another, it could be one of the parents...
Wait what, am I supposed to actually share something personal out here instead of just deflecting while I try and fail to look clever and cute and open? Not that I'm not open to new friends or making any here, but just the residual internet stranger weirdness can get to you, you know?
My name's Vanyel and I spend my days with teenagers, and then go home and spend my nights with
one of them, who insisted that I show up here and make my presence known because I need to get a social life or I'll look lame in front of all the other grown ups hanging around here, Maybe even get a huge red N for n00B that they're going to make me wear to school, where I'll never have respect again apparently. And then, since I'm popular for some reason that's beyond me, everybody ends up mourning Mr. A's loss of being cool, forever, you guys. Never to be loved again.
...That's even more dramatic and overblown than even I imagined I could do, and I'm locked in with groups of kids five days a week AND have a thirteen year old at home. Well. Maybe I'll actually be okay here after all.