no longer moving on from the tc 😭

-somehow, I’ve convinced one of my friends to have a TC, which is hilarious

-I also found out that two (ish) of my other friends also have a TC (one who’s tc is particularly bad; honestly, she should make a blog).

-I thought I was over B on Monday. Like, I was pretty sure I could be normal about it all again.

-however, it’s been an absolute week and the opposite of that has happened. I bought a tshirt with a historical joke on it and wore it to school (I’m dorky like that). I was too scared to show it to B, and he was a little scattered so I didn’t get to talk to him as I was leaving the class.

-then, in fourth period, my journalism teacher (who I told about the shirt the day before) asked if I had shown B. When I said no, she literally went and got him from his prep period, brought him to our journalism class and showed him my shirt. Even worse, the joke was printed on the back of the shirt, so I had to stand up as he looked at the back of me.

-however, he loved it. He reacted in his usual fashion and I even told him that something he taught us about was not on the shirt. I swear in his eyes there was something that said he was proud of me. Even just having him there, smiling just for me even with the journalism teacher right beside him, was something I cannot describe.

-you might thing that’ll be all- but ITS NOT!!!

-the next day, I answered a question. Then, five or so minutes later, another girl on a different side of the classroom answered a question. He then went “oh, what AE, sorry [girl’s name] said.” LIKE BROUGHT MY NAME UP WHEN I DIDNT EVEN SPEAK?!?!? Is he thinking of me or am I delusional.

-and then today, he looked up from a conversation with another teacher when I was walking in the hallway to say good morning to me. Listen, maybe I’m just staring at him too much all the time. Maybe that’s all.

I mean you really can’t get rid of me guys. You really can’t.

one more semester of your stupid jokes

one more semester of your insanely blue eyes

one more semester of your poor fashion choices and great fashion choices

one more semester of your passion and kindness

one more semester, then i have to leave and make my life my own

To give a life update since I last hopped on:

-joined G’s class, found out that he sucks. Sucks, guys for real. He didn’t mark most of my assignments until the last two weeks and didn’t even give me a final average. I did not like him and expected to lose feelings for B.

-made a surprising amount of friends

-made it through semester one- gotta be honest, I will miss my English teacher

-winter and exam break, I finished a novella in that time (yay me!)

-then, back to school for second semester, where I have B again. I though I could stop having feelings for him, but I can’t. I’m intensely physically and mentally attracted to him, but I’m trying to be more conversational and brave in his class. This will be used as an outlet for things I cannot say to my friends.