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 |  My journal of Abba's music, short stories and poems for a contest. |
| I was in high school, I had a young teacher. He made geometry fun and he had blue, dreamy eyes. I kissed him! Why? I was in a trance when I kissed the teacher. I really was. I was called to the office and made to promise I would never let it happen again. I could have made an A in his class but I made a B on purpose. The other students called me his pet and lover. I was in seventh heaven when I kissed the teacher.He never looked my way and the other students laughed behind his back. I had never had him for another class and I graduated three years later. He shook my hand at graduation and no kiss. What did I expect? Gonna tell him I dream of him every night. He got married and it is too late. My life went on and I became a teacher and one of my male students kissed me. Akward! Oh Dear! I took a different teaching job at a another school. I will never forget those two kisses. I married a great guy and he is a teacher. Everyday, I can say that When I kissed the teacher, a teacher's kisses are the best! This is straight from my heart!  |
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