Sometimes I wonder if I will still dream about high school when I am eighty. This morning, perhaps inspired by
A.'s retelling of a similar event that occurred to
V. recently, I was accused of licentious intentions toward a younger student (a sixteen year old sophomore who looked more like fourteen). I cannot speak to the validity of the school official's concerns because I hadn't really thought about it, yet.
But I will admit that he was pretty cute.
Awoke at 5:30 a.m. somewhat manic and utterly incapable of sleeping.