“You like your teacher? Ew, why?”

I love the way their eyes light up when they discuss anything remotely related to a subject their interested in. I love how excited I get just listening to their rants and tangents even if I have no prior knowledge or interest in the topic. I love that the sheer amount of information they know about the most obscure things (ex. French philosophy on anti-oedipus) is absolutely insane but also mesmerizing. I love that they don’t get caught up in trivial, immature situations. I love that they have so much wisdom to share from years and years of experience and they’re not embarrassed to share. I love how much they care for their students and genuinely want them to succeed and that they would do everything in their power to help me if I asked. Why do I like my tc? How could I not?


The Murder Of Amanda Brown

On the 11th of September 1998 in Florida, 7 year old Amanda Brown was kidnapped and murdered but her body has never been found.

In mid 1998, Amanda’s mother kathryn Hartman met a man called Willie Crain at a bar. The evening before the murder Kathryn took her daughter to Willie’s trailer and they watched Titanic. Afterwards the three decided to go back to Kathryn’s trailer where she let Willie stay to sober up. Kathryn was addicted prescription painkillers and that night Willie gave her valium. When Kathryn passed out in her bed with her daughter Willie crept in and slept next to them. The morning after Willie and Amanda had gone.  

This case gained wide notoriety for multiple reasons, the first was that even though no body was found blood and dna of Amanda was found in his trailer. Secondly many women came forward to say they were also raped by Willie. It’s reported that Willie served 26 years in prison for sexual battery on girls under 11.  

As a fisherman, authorities believed he raped and murdered Amanda at home then dumped her body in the sea.

In 1999, Willie Crain was sentenced to death.

anonymous asked:

Hey, you're my favorite blog btw, I'm in need of some advice. I have a huge crush on my teacher but I'm so so shy. I know I can't be with him because of obvious reasons but I adore him so badly. I just wanna talk to him. Do you have any tips, like conversation starters or something I could ask him? (He's a guidance counselor too which might help) thanks darling! xx

If he is a guidance counselor isn’t it easier to talk to him? Just go to him and say that you need to talk lol. You might say that you worry about your future and you need some help etc. just go for things that students might need help for. 

If you want to talk to him, you shouldn’t be shy. Get over it. Be friendly and ask him questions or don’t ask anything just say hi, what’s up (literally what i  say to my tc or he says to me everyday)  and I am sure he will answer back kindly and friendly. what’s up doesn’t really count as a question does it? lol  

By questions i mean it can be like these ones: How was your day? How was your weekend? How long have you been a teacher? Do you love your job? etc. These are the ones I asked to my teacher before. You can ask his favorite things like movie, tv show, song, singer… Make sure that you have some free time for the conversation or you might have to leave when you really don’t want to! lol

General Tips (for everyone)

  • Make sure that they have time to talk to you like they aren’t busy with any paper or something. 
  • Be careful about there is no other ones that might disturb you both when talking because i’T MIGHT DESTROY THE WHOLE CONVERSATION
  • Plz don’t go for too personal or kinky questions and just don’t creep them out. Like too much questions about their love life. 
  • Pay attention to them when they are talking and don’t be busy with other things. So they will feel more confident and tell more about himself! 
  • Ask them about the class and then bring the conversation to a point where you talk about daily stuff! Like for example, they are a  literature teacher and you both are talking about a book. Then talk about the author and ask their favorite author and what they like about them. idk things like that.  

Thank you so much for liking my blog and I hope this can help you & others who need help about this. <3 Direct message me if you can talk to him and tell me what happened! i am curious 😉 (Anyone who needs help can dm me.) 


The other day when I had that great lesson with T, we talked about that Valentin’s Day project we planned at our school. You can buy one rose and can it send to someone anonymously with or without a card. And T suddenly had this hilarous idea of sending other teachers messages from other teachers because he would love to see their confusion! He’s so funny! Seeing him smiling and laughing at his own idea was the cutest thing ever!

“Going Somewhere Else?”...College...Weather…Cake..Last Day of the Semester...A Phone Call...Weekend Plans...A High Five…

My bus was there a few minutes earlier than usual and Dale happened to be there that early too. I hopped off the bus and looked ‘round the courtyard to see if he’d already walked out of the building. When I didn’t see him, I made my way to the building. 

I had my head down ‘cause I don’t really know the kids at that school and they always look at me like I’m stupid. So, since I had my head down, I didn’t see Dale walking down the hallway. I lifted my head, though, to judge the distance between myself and one of the walls. 

That’s when I noticed Dale walking down the hallway. That instantly made my day better. His face lit up when he saw me and then he looked sad for a moment. He stopped and looked at me. I stopped walking and stood beside him in the hallway.

“You going somewhere else?” He asked quietly.

I shook my head. “Nope. Why?”

“You looked like you were going somewhere else.”

“Nope. I was just on my way to your room to see you.”

He smiled. “Yay. Then, wanna walk out with me?”

I grinned. “Of course.”


I giggled. He placed his hand on my lower back as we turned and made our down the hallway to go outside. It felt nice having his hand on my back. He had to move it, though, when a kid walked into the building. Dale and I walked out and he was ever the gentleman by holding the door open for me.

I sucked in a deep breath as the cold air hit me when we walked out and stood by the tree in our usual spot. Dale stood closer to me. He went to unzip his jacket and started taking it off. He almost had it off and was about to hand it to me to put on when the Commander of the NJROTC unit walked by.

Dale sighed and fixed his jacket. He moved even closer to me. His body heat felt really good and I started to warm up a wee bit. He looked at me.

“I’d give you my jacket, but I don’t want you to get in trouble for wearing it.” He murmured.

I smiled. “I appreciate that. I don’t want you to get in trouble either.”

He shrugged. “For you, I’d get in trouble.”

I could’ve hugged the man right then and there but there were too many kids and other teachers standing ‘round. It was freezing. I gave him a smile and he moved closer to me. Our arms were brushing against each other’s and I felt something curl ‘round my pinkie. 

I looked down and noticed that his finger was ‘round mine. I smiled. I looked up at him. He just gave me the cutest, nervous smile. My smile got bigger and he grinned. He kept ahold of my finger for a few more moments before a teacher walked by. 

He sighed sadly as he let go.of my pinkie. I looked up at him.

“So…you know how I applied to 5 schools?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Yep.”

‘Well…I got accepted to another one.” I said, giving him a smile.

He grinned. “That’s fantastic. What all were the ones you applied to again?”

“Wingate University. Berea College. University of Tennessee at Knoxville. Flagler College. And….the University of North Carolina at Wilmington.”

He smiled. “That’s right. I remember now.” He chuckled. “Which ones have accepted you?”

“Wingate. Berea. UT Knoxville.”

He grinned. “And you’re still gonna go with (my dream school)?”

I nodded excitedly. “Yep!”

He laughed. “You’re a goofball. But, you’re my really smart goofball whom I’m very proud of.”

I blushed. He gently and playfully bumped his elbow into my upper arm. I giggled. I looked up at him. He just gave me the sweetest smile.

“I really am proud of you, (my first name).” He said softly.

I smiled and his just grew to where his dimples showed.

“Have you heard anything from Flagler?” He asked.

I shook my head. “Nah. But, then again, I’m sure they’re still recovering from the hurricane so I’m not expecting anything for a while.”

He nodded his head side to side. “Hmmm. I didn’t think ‘bout that. How badly was St. Augustine affected? Do you know?”

“Well, it was under like 3 feet of water for at least a week and a half after the hurricane.”

“Well dang. So, yea. I would think that it might take a bit to recover from that. How much does it cost to go to Flagler? It is a private school, right?”

I nodded. “Yep. And, I think it’s ‘bout $28,000.”

He took a deep breath in. “Sweet baby Jesus. That’s a lot.”

I nodded. “Yea. It is. But, it’s less than Wingate.”

“Well, yea…but Wingate’s also a private school that’s really expensive. What’s their tuition now?”

“$44,000 now. I think. But, I got a scholarship that leaves me with only like $9,000 left to pay.”

He smiled. “That’s my girl. Well, I’m still really proud of you, kiddo.”

I smiled and blushed. “Thanks.”

I shivered as the wind blew by. Dale moved closer to me. He moved his arm to make it look like he was stretching but he was actually curling his arm ‘round me and moved closer to me so that he could warm me up a bit more since he couldn’t give me his jacket. 

We talked ‘bout how some people were wearing shorts and it was like 25 degrees out. I started warming up as I stood as close to Dale as I could without making anyone suspicious.

“It sure is chilly out here.” He said.

I laughed. “Just a wee bit.”

He laughed. “Is it supposed to get warmer? It is, isn’t it?”

“It’s only supposed to be 45. And, that’s at noon.”

“Well dang. That’s not that warm at all.”

I laughed. “Nope. Why do you think I’m wearing three shirts? And a hoodie?”

He chuckled and looked intrigued. “You are?”

I nodded. “I’ve got a black tank top, a black cut off tee, and a blue plaid button up. And, this grey hoodie.”

He chuckled. “No wonder you’re freezing. Your arms aren’t covered, goofball.”

I laughed. “My sleeves are down, you goob.”

He full out laughed. “It’s ok. I’ll keep you warm.”

“Awww. Yay. My savior.”

He blushed and pretended to bow. “My pleasure.”

I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. The SRO walked up so Dale moved his arm. The two of ‘em talked for a moment before the SRO finally walked off. When it was just Dale and I, he stretched and said something ‘bout how he was giving his kids a test in class today and that they also had to do presentations.

“At least some of ‘em will be happy. Some kids brought cake, so they’ll be able to eat cake after presenting.”

I laughed. “That sounds like fun. Do you like cake?”


“Do you like vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry cake?”


I laughed which had him chuckling. We were silent for a bit before a thought struck me. I jerked my head up and looked up at him. He was already gazing down at me. He had that adorable dimpled smile on his face. I grinned. He lifted his eyes and looked at me.

“When’s your last day?” I asked.

“Hmm…of what?” He asked.

“The semester.”

He looked deep in thought. “Hmmm…the 15th or 16th…the second week in January.”

“Ah ok. Cool. What ‘bout before Christmas break?”

“Hmm…the 21st. I think.”

I was ‘bout to say something to him when his phone rang. He looked shocked as he looked at me.

“My phone’s ringing.” He said, shocked.

I laughed. “I think so. It’s not mine.”

He grinned and pulled his phone out of his pocket. His face fell and he looked upset.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he swiped his thumb across the screen.

He sighed deeply as he held the phone to his ear. He started talking and he was getting upset. I realized that he was talking to his wife. I could hear her voice through the phone. Dale sighed against and rubbed his hand over his face. 

Normally, you’d imagine that married couples would tell each other that they loved ‘em, right? I didn’t hear him tell his wife that he loved her and he was standing right beside me. When he hung up the phone, he sighed and pushed his thumbs against his temples after he slid the phone into his pocket. 

I placed my hand on his arm. He looked at me.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

He sighed. “I’ll be ok. I’m with you right now so that makes things better.”

I wanted to give him a hug. He looked so broken and defeated. Neither of us said anything but he shuffled closer to me. I looked up at him as my bus pulled him. He looked at his watch. I still had time to spend with him.

“We’ve got a lot of time together today.” He said.

I smiled. “Yep. We’ve had ‘bout ten minutes together so far.”

He grinned. “I know. It’s amazing. I love it.”

I giggled. “Same.”

He just smiled. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” I asked.

“Well, my son’s birthday is on Sunday. Well, the party is on Sunday and his birthday is on Monday. We’re celebrating the big 2. Not the big 2-oh. Just the 2.” He said, grinning.

I laughed. “Goofball. That’s pretty cool.”

He nodded. “Yep. He’s adorable.”

“He is. Just like his daddy.”

He blushed. I looked up at my bus and glanced at my watch. I realized I had to go. I looked back at Dale. He was gazing down at me. He also had his jacket pulled up on one side so that it was covering his ear. He looked like a total goofball and an adorable little boy.

“I should probably go get on my bus.” I said.

His eyes flickered up towards the bus lot. “Is it even here?”

I nodded as he looked at me. “Yea. It’s the one that’s halfway hiding behind the building.”

Dale laughed. “Goofball. But…do you really have to go?”

I nodded. “Sadly.”

His face fell. “But…ok…”

“I don’t want to. But, I’ve got to. I don’t want you getting in trouble for me being here.”

He sighed. “(His nickname for me), I doubt that I’d get in trouble. And, even if I did, you’re worth it.”

I blushed. “You’re sweet. I don’t want you to get in trouble for me, though.”

He gave me a small smile. “You’re the sweet one.”

I blushed. Another bus pulled up, let the kids off, and drove off. Dale sighed. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it up. I placed my palm against his, and he did what he normally does as far as our hand hugs go. I told him I’d see him on Monday and started to walk off.

“(My first name).” I heard him call.

I turned and looked at him.

“Yes, Sir?” I asked.

He smiled and bit his bottom lip. “I hope you have a great weekend.”

I smiled. “I hope you do too.”

He grinned. I ran up the concrete stairs and to my bus.

You make me feel
everything and nothing
at the same time
and I wonder
whether I could one day
break in two,
due to the emptiness and love
colliding in my stomach.
—  // polarity
After two months
of only seeing you in my dreams,
we will meet again
and I am afraid
that the rhythm of my heart
will be stronger than ever,
desperately trying
to match yours.
—  // what if you could hear it?