I just got back yesterday from my high school Biology Field Trip. We went to Kananaskis (for those who don't know this place, it is located in the Canadian Rocky Mountains) for two days. There were three main buildings: girls' dorm/main lodge, boys' dorm and the building that contained the classrooms and labratories.

I roomed with my old, good friend from Grade 3, and although she snored, it was pretty sweet.

But something happened on the second day. I realized I am in love with my teacher. He's around 35, by the way. I can't just let it go though, because we're have a friendly relationship (not in a lovey-dovey way).

What's worse yet is that he's married, has two kids, and his wife was my old teacher. This doesn't bother me at all because they were there in his life before I was and I've known I liked for this whole year but I didn't know I loved him. A few of my good friends know I like him and each time they catch my eyes trailing after him, they slap me and roll there eyes. At times like this you just got to enjoy the time you spend together and laugh your ass off.