The Twats
So Mr. Guch replied to my email. The man is unique in all the world. He apparently left my high school after being given an ultimatum to either leave his punk band "The Twats" or leave his teaching position. He chose the former, being the badass that he is. He toured for three years. Somehow he simultaneously earned a master's degree in Theology. He's having a kid soon.
He said he could never forget me because he "only forgets boring students - never troublemakers or hoodlums." I thought that was adorable. He hearted me. He once called me when I raised my hand, then dropped to his knees and shuffled over to me to mock me for being short. He apparently likes gardening, so I am going to harass him until he comes to see me at American Plant. He is gonna send me some Twats merch. Sweet. I will shower and sleep in it.
I LOVE YOU MR. GUCH. LEAVE YOUR WIFE. COME TO ME. WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER. SURRENDER.
He said he could never forget me because he "only forgets boring students - never troublemakers or hoodlums." I thought that was adorable. He hearted me. He once called me when I raised my hand, then dropped to his knees and shuffled over to me to mock me for being short. He apparently likes gardening, so I am going to harass him until he comes to see me at American Plant. He is gonna send me some Twats merch. Sweet. I will shower and sleep in it.
I LOVE YOU MR. GUCH. LEAVE YOUR WIFE. COME TO ME. WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER. SURRENDER.