I am a filhy pedophile. Yay?
I believe it was one of the first lessons we were taught in the education track of classes: Students are not for flirting, dating or humping purposes.
Sweet tapdancing baby jeebus! What's wrong with me? I get my very first real student (I know it's volunteer work, but I say it counts) and I spend half of the lesson thinking he has really pretty hair if he'd brush it out. (and he does have really pretty hair. pretty eyes too. I should shut up.)
I didn't expect an 18 year old when I signed up for teaching literacy for adults! Why couldn't he at least be my age? Blarg! Wibble!
I'm going to go watch Ed Wood and weep in my popcorn.
....he drives a classic Dart. God help me, a Dart!
Sweet tapdancing baby jeebus! What's wrong with me? I get my very first real student (I know it's volunteer work, but I say it counts) and I spend half of the lesson thinking he has really pretty hair if he'd brush it out. (and he does have really pretty hair. pretty eyes too. I should shut up.)
I didn't expect an 18 year old when I signed up for teaching literacy for adults! Why couldn't he at least be my age? Blarg! Wibble!
I'm going to go watch Ed Wood and weep in my popcorn.
....he drives a classic Dart. God help me, a Dart!