Mr. Dreamy

I've got a thing for smart guys. A guy can be a 6 out of 10, but then when I see that he's reading a book, he'll automatically get pushed up 2 points.

Needless to say, there aren't a lot of guys at my school that are "intellectual." For the most part, everyone is either (A)stupid or (B)hoping to impress the stupid by acting stupid.

That's why I've turned most of my attention to Mr. Norby. Don't get all grossed out...he's not a super-old teacher. He's like 20 something...he's my US History teacher. Of course his name isn't really "Norby" I changed that because if he googled himself and found his name here on my blog I'd die.

I'm not all "How Can I Seduce The Teach" or anything. I just think he's really handsome and he's smart. And funny. And makes learning history a bit more enjoyable. Like right now we're learning about the great depression and last thursday he kept singing a song that goes like "brother can you spare a dime" and he kept turning his pockets inside out.

He's also cool because every Friday we do something called "controversial issue" where he has a mini-basketball and he starts a conversation on a controversial topic (last week was capital punishment) and he throws the ball at kids and they have to tell the entire class their opinion on the topic.

Arizona is stupid because there are all these dumb kids that were raised in pro-gun, anti-choice, pro-death penalty, pro-war kinda households...and the kids just regurgitate whatever their parents believe. Two weeks ago Bryan Perkins got all emotional when we were talking about abortion...because killing is always wrong. But then when we were talking about lethal injections, you could see he was salivating.

Fuckers.

In an unrelated note, i got an email from Benoit Denizet-Lewis...the guy that wrote the NYTimes article I blogged about yesterday. What's up Benoit? Thanks for the words of encouragments.

I also got an email from a Belgium dude named Kevin that wears a sweet-ass headband! Yo Kevin!

Keep the emails and comments coming. I like to know that someone is reading this stuff.