High school and all that jazz...
When I was a senior in high school I had a crush on my math teacher, Mr. W. It was my very first full-on crush, and I look back on it fondly. I call him "Mr. W" not only for anonymity but also because he had one of those long, drawn-out Polish last names that many people can't pronounce. At the time, in 2002, he was in his late 20s, single, and very cute. At least, all his female students thought so! Anyways, I was in a class of about 11 students, in which I was one of three girls. The school I... Sign in to see full entry.