I Just Want To Misbehave I Just Want To Be Your Slave

I just want to misbehave I just want to be your slave

Oh, you ain't never had nothing I wanted, but I want it all, I just can't figure out nothing

And all together, it went well

We made pretend, we were best friends

Then she said, "Oh, I can wait" They ordered me to make mistakes Together again, like the beginning

It all works somehow in the end

The things we did, the things you hide

But for the record, it's between you and I

The Strokes-Barely Legal

I wonder what little moment my TC remembers about me. Maybe we share a favorite memory of us together.  Maybe it’s one I’ve long forgotten that he still smiles about. I hope he still thinks of me fondly. 

My little heart-

Y’all ever had your teacher walk the streets in the pouring rain at midnight because you had a panic attack and snuck out of your house. And then when he found you he looks at you sheepishly and says “what are you doing kid? I’m worried about you” and then you start crying and he just takes you in his arms.

Just me? Okay.

I pay attention to how much you pay attention.

So like I have this thing where I just can't sit normal in things that aren't basic chairs?? I'm a weird sitter. Anyways, G is a computer teacher so we gots those sweet spinny chairs (with no wheels únù). So of course I'd sit weird in them too. Cross legged with my oversized jacket on my shoulders, or with my knees against the table. I like to imagine that he thinks it a cute thing, and looking back in surprised he never made a lil joke about it in our casual talks. He's jokingly poked fun at me before 👉👈

Sex is cool, but have you ever been praised by your middle aged professor for being a good student?