Teacher + ♨ = Crush!

Who hasn't met at least one teacher who shattered brain cells in the first ten milliseconds of entering the classroom? If you haven't, then you, my friend, are in serious denial! That or you are this teacher, in which case, I'm sorry you have students like me..  😂

Students. 
In general, we are fabulously crazy, add 'crush' to the equation and you are all set for a drunk weekend gone wrong! 

I remember the time when I had a crush on a teacher. It was after college hours (extra class, I used to attend those), we were all tired and icky but it was those first few months of college where everything excites you, so we were anticipating the beginning of this class, to actually learn. But the second the teacher walked into the classroom, that "I want to learn" feeling left the room and got replaced by an inescapable silence! Looks were immediately exchanged. The teacher introduced himself and started to teach; everyone ( I mean the girls, I don't know what the boys were doing) was listening attentively, observing him like predators who were starved for too long. Time went by too quickly. He only had to step out of the room for the chatter to begin - almost every girl had a crush on him. By the time we had his class again, which was a week later, word had spread - he was a damn fine looking teacher. 

A week had gone by and it was time for his class again, all of us were well prepared; our homework was done, we had the color pens ready (he taught us biology and he liked using colors), we had looked into what he would teach us, our tummy was full, our bladder was empty, our phones were switched off and we were ready to learn!

This routine continued for the weeks that followed (few weeks only); disappointing him was never on our to-do list! We had turned into children who saw a new toy but couldn't have it because it was on the other side of the glass; we were hilarious, obnoxious and frankly stupid! 😂

The excitement eventually died, some of us still dreamt about him, the rest didn't. It didn't matter; he was a good teacher who had earned the looks of respect and lust. Graduating from his class was probably the hardest, the bonds made in that room were ever lasting and hard to let go; so was he. 😉

Those were some beautiful memories! We were young and wild and free and I don't think I can ever regret all the things that were done. 
He was *cue Sméogol* our precious!