(I put a Stephen Colbert gif because we watched the show in her class once)
I keep having random dreams where my 12th grade English teacher would pop up. She was probably my most favorite teacher in high school, but I never got a chance to visit her ever since I graduated. During my first semester of college, I tried visiting with Diana and a friend. We ended up getting kicked out twice by two different people. Ever since then, I haven't tried again. Anyways, I'm blogging about it because my teacher was in my dream recently. In the dreams I'm always talking to her about how I want to visit, but can't because I get kicked out. Maybe one day I'll get her e-mail somehow and schedule a day where I won't interrupt her class and won't get kicked out. This is the same teacher that introduced me to David Sedaris' writing. I talked to her about Augusten Burroughs before, but I don't know if she ever read anything after our talk. I know I did..
On a related note:
I still want to visit another teacher too. However, I've never had this teacher before. She was Diana's teacher along with others, but I never had a class with her. She was pretty cool though. I used to hang out in her classroom during brunch and talk to her with friends. Before she even bought us gelato in Los Gatos because we were at Diana's photo thing. I was scared of her before I had a chance to talk to her because she used to randomly go into my class and take away people's mp3 players. She didn't look like the nicest person in the world, but she surprisingly was.
Anyone who reads this blog who went to YB will most likely know who I'm talking about. I guess since I'm not currently stressing out about college, I'm missing high school. I mean, I would never want to go back and go through high school again, but if I had the chance to only take their classes, I totally would. After I graduated high school, I felt nothing. I didn't feel excited, I didn't feel bummed, I felt nothing. It seems like all of that numbness is starting to fade now. Sure, I didn't really try my best in high school, but that didn't stop me from enjoying class. But then again, I only enjoyed certain classes because of certain teachers.
When I'm finally able to visit these two teachers, I hope they still remember me. I always have this fear that if I visit an old teacher that they'll forget who I am and was. I hope I was as memorable to them as much as they were to me.
Baaaaww, this post sounds like I'm so sad. I apologize. I'm just reminiscing.
suck my dick
good post!
put a jar in my butt
re: (I put a Stephen Colbert gif because we watched the show in her class once)
I keep having random dreams where my 12th grade English teacher would pop up. She was probably my most favorite teacher in high school, but I never got a chance to visit her ever since I graduated. During my first semester of college, I tried visiting with Diana and a friend. We ended up getting kicked out twice by two different people. Ever since then, I haven't tried again. Anyways, I'm blogging about it because my teacher was in my dream recently. In the dreams I'm always talking to her about how I want to visit, but can't because I get kicked out. Maybe one day I'll get her e-mail somehow and schedule a day where I won't interrupt her class and won't get kicked out. This is the same teacher that introduced me to David Sedaris' writing. I talked to her about Augusten Burroughs before, but I don't know if she ever read anything after our talk. I know I did..
On a related note:
I still want to visit another teacher too. However, I've never had this teacher before. She was Diana's teacher along with others, but I never had a class with her. She was pretty cool though. I used to hang out in her classroom during brunch and talk to her with friends. Before she even bought us gelato in Los Gatos because we were at Diana's photo thing. I was scared of her before I had a chance to talk to her because she used to randomly go into my class and take away people's mp3 players. She didn't look like the nicest person in the world, but she surprisingly was.
Anyone who reads this blog who went to YB will most likely know who I'm talking about. I guess since I'm not currently stressing out about college, I'm missing high school. I mean, I would never want to go back and go through high school again, but if I had the chance to only take their classes, I totally would. After I graduated high school, I felt nothing. I didn't feel excited, I didn't feel bummed, I felt nothing. It seems like all of that numbness is starting to fade now. Sure, I didn't really try my best in high school, but that didn't stop me from enjoying class. But then again, I only enjoyed certain classes because of certain teachers.
When I'm finally able to visit these two teachers, I hope they still remember me. I always have this fear that if I visit an old teacher that they'll forget who I am and was. I hope I was as memorable to them as much as they were to me.
Baaaaww, this post sounds like I'm so sad. I apologize. I'm just reminiscing.
the only dreams i have of my teachers are illegal
1st Anonymous is Diana. No, I will not suck your dick.
"not kevin", I'd put a jar in your butt, but you're "not" Kevin.
Jimmy, my dreams got so violent I stopped sleeping months ago.
Come visit me, Connie! I miss you, too. How sweet of you to dream about me.
Who is this imposter pretending to be Conrotto!?