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private journal:
"About two months ago I got a new English teacher and he’s a sexy, cool, fun loving guy. He is a killer of a teacher. He inspires me to do amazing work and actually try. He is the smartest, wisest man I have ever heard speak. He recently went through a divorce. Apparently (according to him) he made his wife feed him through a spoon. Reminds me of Gala feeding Salvador’s genius. Confession, I am in love with him. Why! Why ME!! He is twice my age!
We are studying Othello in class. It is Shakespeare’s saddest tragedy. In it a young woman falls in love with a wise enchanting war hero who is quite a bit older then herself. (coincidence?) Though in the end he ends up smothering her.
When we read one scene in class I was Emilia and he was Iago. They’re married in the play. (coincidence?) Iago does call Emilia a wench in that particular scene but we’ll over look that.
My boyfriend thinks that my teacher is off his rocker. I get so defensive. I love that about my teacher. He is spontaneous and sassy and gorgeous and funny and intelligent and twice my age and a teacher. Oh god, I don’t know what to do.
I keep on having dreams about him and its raining we go for a walk and sit down beside a cherry blossom tree. In the dream I resist ever erg I have to hold him. Then we are both soaked and completely happy.
I feel wrong letting him go. I mean if you find something great it seems wrong not to act on it and I don’t mean asking my teacher out (that would be weird) I mean staying in contact with him or something along those lines. But he doesn’t seem like the type to keep in touch and it might be a little weird emailing a student back and forth. The semester is winding to a close and I don’t even think I have made an impression on him good bad or indifferent… I have a couple of months to think about it. This is one annoying situation."
"About two months ago I got a new English teacher and he’s a sexy, cool, fun loving guy. He is a killer of a teacher. He inspires me to do amazing work and actually try. He is the smartest, wisest man I have ever heard speak. He recently went through a divorce. Apparently (according to him) he made his wife feed him through a spoon. Reminds me of Gala feeding Salvador’s genius. Confession, I am in love with him. Why! Why ME!! He is twice my age!
We are studying Othello in class. It is Shakespeare’s saddest tragedy. In it a young woman falls in love with a wise enchanting war hero who is quite a bit older then herself. (coincidence?) Though in the end he ends up smothering her.
When we read one scene in class I was Emilia and he was Iago. They’re married in the play. (coincidence?) Iago does call Emilia a wench in that particular scene but we’ll over look that.
My boyfriend thinks that my teacher is off his rocker. I get so defensive. I love that about my teacher. He is spontaneous and sassy and gorgeous and funny and intelligent and twice my age and a teacher. Oh god, I don’t know what to do.
I keep on having dreams about him and its raining we go for a walk and sit down beside a cherry blossom tree. In the dream I resist ever erg I have to hold him. Then we are both soaked and completely happy.
I feel wrong letting him go. I mean if you find something great it seems wrong not to act on it and I don’t mean asking my teacher out (that would be weird) I mean staying in contact with him or something along those lines. But he doesn’t seem like the type to keep in touch and it might be a little weird emailing a student back and forth. The semester is winding to a close and I don’t even think I have made an impression on him good bad or indifferent… I have a couple of months to think about it. This is one annoying situation."