on the last day of middle school, my 8th grade pre-algebra teacher read this book to us. she was beautiful and young, with huge dark eyes and thick hair, and i still remember the way her high heels clicked when she walked. i wonder where she is now, what she would think of me, if i’m what she imagined i’d be… as of yet, i’m not sure i’ve been to any remarkable place, but i really hope that someday i’ll have lived up to her expectations.
(Source: observando)
The sad, sad truth.
on the last day of middle school, my 8th grade pre-algebra teacher read this book to us. she was beautiful and young,...