The first day didn't go as terribly as I had planned...sure I found out that my principal's a hetero-married closeted gay, but that wasn't as bad as my stomach aches.
Well, those things and the fact that at lunch I was ignored by *most* of my friends to talk to some new person. Pssh, they weren't anything fun. All they talked about was golf really...
There's also a quiet yet quite heated debate over whether or not our 27 year old Geometry teacher is gay. He's drop dead gorgeous, tall, GREAT hair and smile, strong, wears very nice clothes...and has no girlfriend. And tells us that he has no interest in getting a girlfriend "for the time being". I see other young pretty single female schoolteachers falling at his feet, yet he just politely smiles and walkes away from them when they ask him if they just want to get some coffee. What the hell? If I was him..
Well, he's gay. Or so I believe.
But since I go to a private anti-homo school, the guy's got two choices; either admit he's gay and be fired, or stay a "straight" man and work there.
At least math class is fun now.
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