i was so in lurrrrrve with my history teacher
and soooo oblivious to the fact that he was gay as a window. some 6th formers volunteered to help at the younger years' parents' evening, and my friend managed to ensure that i got him. he was happy to see me, i spent the night in 7th heaven, all was well.

i pushed my luck with the next one. he KNEW i'd asked to look after him. barely spoke to me all evening. it was utterly cringeworthy.

my own were awesome as a well-behaved child, horrific as a naughty teenager. i used to schedule them to get the 3 latin teachers out of the way first (she's a devil child who will fail everything) then the 3 history teachers (she'll get an A no problem but she does fuck-all work), then the 3 english teachers (we love her, she's a genius, latin can go fuck-us itself-us up the anus).
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 29 Feb 2012, 16:36, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

well, that's 2 mins of your life that ain't never coming back
sorry about that
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 29 Feb 2012, 16:36, Reply)

its ok, i think in most cases it was tl:dr

(Quintno EXPERIMENT RUINED CANCELLED, LEFT 4EVER, Wed 29 Feb 2012, 16:49, Reply)