Acting like a tard in She’s the Man makes him even hotter.
One time, in biology class SENIOR FREAKIN YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL (this fact relates to the maturity of the story), we did an experiment involving gold fish.
A boy in my class knew that I was afraid of them, or rather, that they grossed me out. Thus, he felt the need to chase me around the classroom with one in the net the day we had a substitute.
There wasn’t actually a fish in the net. I.hate.him. But not really:D
I’ve already realized the meaning of a good grade in college. My TA (a grad student about four or five years older than me) has given me good grades on assignments I have not deserved good grades on. However, the day I wear a conservative shirt to class, I receive a two out of three on my homework, even though this time, I actually did the work. How does this happen???
Fuck my life. My TA’s a perv.