My life has sucked lately. We had a debate of the sexes in my Sociology class the other day. GUYS ARE PIGS!!!!!!! One of the guys asked if girls got turned on by guys shaving their "balls." It was so gross that even the teacher, who says anything goes, got embarassed and told the girls that if any of us answered that he would kick us out of class and send us to the principal's office. He was beet red.

This teacher is awesome. He tells us that he can be strict and pissy but in the year I've known him he hasn't exhibited any "strict and pissy" behaviors. Even when I did something stupid he didn't freak out. He forgave me and that was it. Nothing further.

The problem is that I'm in love with him. He's my fucking teacher and I love him to death. He's done so much for me that I feel that I owe him everything. He saved my life at one point. I know he didn't really know what was going on at the time, but he, a selfless, caring teacher, did it anyway. I can't ignore that.

Well if anyone knows what I should do then please either respond to this.
Love ya'll
DJNY