Nope! No problem here!

A couple weeks ago I walked out to my car to find that while I was away someone had backed out of the spot next to mine and had hit my car. My car was scratched and my drivers door had been dented in along with the door behind it. The person did not leave any phone number or information but they did leave red paint marks on my car.

To my dismay the police told me there was no way to catch the person and to go on with calling my insurance and all that jazz.

I did call my insurance telling them it was a hit and run, but I still look at every red cars front and back bumpers whenever I walk around my apartments parking lot.

Not that I want to make them pay or get revenge or anything like that, I actually assumed I would never find them so whenever I looked around I was never thinking about what I would do if I ever did find the car or the person who did it.

Today while walking back into my apartments... I saw a red car... correct height... and with damage on left back bumper...

I was on the phone with my friends kind of laughing! They came by to take a look at it too.

It all checked out even had the same number of scratches.

I took a picture of the bumper.

Kind of laughing and feeling a bit guilty for looking at this persons back bumper a bit too long. Considering that fact that even if this was the car that did it, there was nothing we could do, my friends and I started to turn to walk back inside to my apartment.

While turning away from the car a deep booming woman's voice announced her presence by asking, 

"Is there a problem 'ere or somethin'?" 

I look up to see a tall, broad shouldered, tough looking gal walking towards us with a grimace on her face and a slightly smaller friend at her side. She had that posture that men get whenever they are about to hit another guy in the face.

"Huh?" is all I said (how are you supposed to respond to an obvious attitude like that?)

"Is there a problem 'ere?"

"Uhhh...What? Huh? Nope! No problem here." is the only clever thing could come up with to say. I even gave her a smile to let her know I was not going fight fire with fire.

"I just saw you all standing by my car" She said as I watched her speak (and glare) I noticed she was wearing a high school hoodie frizzy brown hair and had lime green braces that made her spit when she would speak...

My friend went on a splurge of explaining how my car had gotten hit a couple days ago and etcetera etcetera...

The scary high school chick said she had hit a pole and then walked past us on the way to her car hitting my shoulder with hers as she passed... WOW if I had seen a girl like her in a movie I would have laughed at how unrealistic and over the top she was!

Some people need to take a breath of fresh air and just relax!

I could not imagine living my life that defensive and well... scary!

It just seems exhausting to be that defensive and tough all the time.

Then again she is a teenage girl in high school... That is never easy!

I hope I never take myself too seriously! :)

Have a great day and remember to breath!

xxxx - Sarah Emily

But it happens to everybody...Right?!

There has been countless stories of girls (and sometimes guys) getting crushes on their professors... I always found this absolutely ridiculous.

I saw it on a number of different movies (usually always ending in some bad way)

I also had a number of friends through high school always chatting about their "sexy" teachers.

I found this disgusting! I mean sure I could point out the attractive ones... but it felt like talking about which of my fathers work buddies were sexiest... It just felt wrong!

It made all my friends look like silly little school girls in my eyes.

I never wanted to be that silly little school girl fluttering her pretty little eyelashes at her history teacher.

All through high school this was never an issue for me. I never looked at any of my teachers that way, even the young, attractive, straight out of college ones.

I always had that clear line drawn out between teacher and student.

So when I caught myself daydreaming about my instructor the other day during lecture, I nearly jerked out of my chair! It was like when you have a nightmare and you wake up with a jerk! I was shocked at the thoughts going through my head!

Shocked by the way I was be hopelessly distracted that day because he wore a tight fitting shirt that showed off his (pretty impressive) muscular figure.

Shocked with myself as a pondered about what his snug shirt was hiding underneath!

SHOCKED at my fluttering eyelashes!

What happened?! 

This had never happened to me before!

I felt al light and giggly like the first ever crush you get on a boy!

I was bubbly and very embarrassed.

The more I tried to focus on what my instructor was lecturing the class on the harder it was to concentrate! 

So there I was... the silly little college girl.

Like so many other girls before me, I had caught a crush on my instructor.

It was like a virus or something. Could any girl finish going through school having never had a crush on a teacher? Who knows.

and why this one? His muscles were impressive.

Maybe it is that he spoke to the class as if we were equals...

Maybe it was the stories he shared, and how easy he found it to share embarrassing moments from his past.

Maybe my taste in boys is changing to my taste in men?

Maybe it was fate deciding that I needed an extra push to persuade me to try extra hard in the class! :)

what a silly little girl i am!

xxxx- Sarah Emily