Lol.

This is apparently a not-so-secret anymore, so I'm admittedly deathly
afraid of my AP English 11 teacher, Mr. Williams, for some reason that
is out of my grasp. >_>  I'm completely fine with him from a distance.  However, each step he takes closer to my side of the room make me hold my breath hoping that he doesn't see me.  It's really weird; don't ask *why* I'm afraid of him, because I really don't know.  I'm totally fine with his teaching and his personality.  I'm just.. scared of him. o_O.

This scandalous "secret" that was once exclusive between me and Phuc -- who I've actually pretended to not know him or at least not-be-dating-but-perhaps-have-a-crush-on-him-because-i-really-can't-help-but-stare-at-him-all-class-long-because-he's-so-freakin'-handsome because Mr. Williams has such a pleasant rapport and affection for him -- is apparently a little more.. known, as Phuc has been inclined to share with other people and I've needed to tell people in my class groups that I'm scared of Williams in order to keep from needing to speak in class.  Mind you, I'm totally okay with presenting things in class and such.  Just not in Mr. Williams's class. >_>

So I bring this up because it came to my realization today, in the seventh week of the term, that Williams does, in fact, know my name and my face.  He gave me my Style Response homework and clearly said something like, "Caneda, remember to give this to me at the end of class."

I spent all of afterschool today whining to Phuc. >_>

waaaaaaaaaaaa.