no longer moving on from the tc 😭

a teenager with a special place in her heart for older men. he's B. she's g(?). a hopeless romantic who loves music/reading/writing and tea. I go by AE on here and use she/her pronouns. 18 years old!

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also visited B’s classroom to look at his piece of the Berlin Wall and he told me to stop my anytime and that he would hold tutorials for our AP class soon. AND I got a 91 on my final exam for him. Literally love him

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why the fuck am I developing a crush on my (female) English teacher….

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i want him lmao

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we’re in a hotel room in France, maybe overlooking the tower, but more likely overlooking the palace of Versailles. you went out early to get us coffee, and now you’re showering, and i’m sitting in bed, and your singing this old, dorky love song. and your voice isn’t particularly good, at least you don’t think so, but it’s deep and happy and in that moment, there’s nowhere else i want to be. there’s no one else i want to be with.

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BRUHHG MY FRIEND WAS IN FRONT OF HIS DOOR TALKING ABOUT ME HAVING A CRUSH ON HIM IM GONNA THROW UP WHAT IF HE KNOWS NOW

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LMAO I’m gonna show this to my friend coz this is literally what happened to him the other day

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feels so homey being obsessed with this dorky, lanky ass man who wears a white t-shirt under everything and wears his pants too far down on his hips but still manages to tuck his shirt into them.

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also, holy fuck, there is an insanely hot new teacher at our school. like I mean… insanely hot. He’s like six foot five (I actually have no idea bc I’m short), jet black hair that’s tousled in a boyish messy way, five o’clock shadow, broad shoulders and chest, vaguely french… like napoleon if he was tall. and he’s likely only in his early thirties. HE IS HOT!!!!

in case I need to reference him, I’ll refer to him as F.

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Life update:

-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.

so I’m back here again. I’m still as in love with B as I was in grade 10. And I hope it doesn’t go away anytime soon

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so uhhhh…. looks like I’m back again!

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

also exciting, I have a real life friend who follows me on here now. So if you see this, hello! I’m about to go in depth about some events you’ve probably heard about this week. It’s time for a life update.

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it’s Thursday but what a week it’s been for the tc

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I’m gonna be eighteen soon holy fuck.

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one more semester…

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

without you. one more semester.

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enjoy them while you have them .. and maybe youll keep in touch. 🥹💔

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so true… I hope so but I doubt it 🤷‍♀️

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one more semester…

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

without you. one more semester.

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log on. sexualize the old man. log off. repeat

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So…. I’m back!

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.

good to see you all again!

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“they spend the summer getting clean/then september comes and they fall like leaves.”

— Cruel Youth, “Mr. Watson”

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Continues to be the most relatable song lyric when it comes to B. I feel like a coke head

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looks like im going to be back here again… life update to come?