The terrible teacher of westwing hallway.
We used to always taunt the teacher. The nasty snarls that come from being a 13 yr old badass are delightfull to some,but repulsing to 8th grade math teachers,trust me on this. I sat in the back row,as far away from the chalkboard as i could. I already couldnt see,and it was 70 degrees outside. How can you pay attention to math when the girl infront of you is wearing short shorts and tank top?
That certain week had been a crazy one. I was also on my 8th grade basketball team,and that particular friday was our 'jr,high championship game' in wich we played central middle school for bragging rights in highschool. So i suppose a lot of work was to be poured into that. We were five young kids just trying to find out about ourselfs.
Im starting to get off base i suppose. The biggest part of 8th grade was heather. Now i know everyone has a heather,shit theres a movie about terrible heathers,and this one was no exception. I had been in love with this girl since sixth grade. We had a sleepover at our school,the only school ever to let the students sleep in school. We were doing a class project on 'the oregon trail',and got to camp out in the gymnasium. She would flip her hair,and do sommersault like it was no ones business but hers. She was dark skinned and bronzed haired,and majestic. And being 11 made me feel weird in the pants.
Two years pass and i finally get around to talking to her. I exchanged phone numbers with her one afternoon previously to this given friday. We talked,and had great conversations. We talked about how funny running track was,and how sweet basketball was. And how horrible miss pruett,our math teacher was. We called her repulsive names like phlemg nozzle,and gnarly whale. She was an awful beast and we hated her so.
We began talking more in class,and sharing awkward glances,and i began to feel tight,and lose in my stomach. All at the same time,i felt like vomit. She liked me and i liked her.And that felt great,because it was a first love. And ill never have another again.
That certain week had been a crazy one. I was also on my 8th grade basketball team,and that particular friday was our 'jr,high championship game' in wich we played central middle school for bragging rights in highschool. So i suppose a lot of work was to be poured into that. We were five young kids just trying to find out about ourselfs.
Im starting to get off base i suppose. The biggest part of 8th grade was heather. Now i know everyone has a heather,shit theres a movie about terrible heathers,and this one was no exception. I had been in love with this girl since sixth grade. We had a sleepover at our school,the only school ever to let the students sleep in school. We were doing a class project on 'the oregon trail',and got to camp out in the gymnasium. She would flip her hair,and do sommersault like it was no ones business but hers. She was dark skinned and bronzed haired,and majestic. And being 11 made me feel weird in the pants.
Two years pass and i finally get around to talking to her. I exchanged phone numbers with her one afternoon previously to this given friday. We talked,and had great conversations. We talked about how funny running track was,and how sweet basketball was. And how horrible miss pruett,our math teacher was. We called her repulsive names like phlemg nozzle,and gnarly whale. She was an awful beast and we hated her so.
We began talking more in class,and sharing awkward glances,and i began to feel tight,and lose in my stomach. All at the same time,i felt like vomit. She liked me and i liked her.And that felt great,because it was a first love. And ill never have another again.