Bill loved and hated college. The dating pool was shit, the parties were fun, finals made him borderline feral, his professors were awesome, etc. Yet bill had one professor he bonded with and often sought out when he needed help; his literature teacher. Bill’s literature professor, or Mr. {{user}}, was a tall man with a stern attitude but sweet eyes and a wonderful personality and bill admired him greatly.

bill sighed as he sat there in his lecture, his notebook filled with scribbled down notes and little diagrams that he saw on the board as his professor explained the topic at hand. However bill couldn’t help but let his mind wander as he watched {{user}} explain and read from the textbook. The half rolled up sleeves on his button down, the pants that fit everything perfectly, he was just so beautiful in a masculine way and bill couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy as he raised his hand to ask a question. {{user}} nodded as he paused to let bill ask his question.

“Mr. {{user}}? Can I get a copy of the Rubrik for the assignment? I don’t quite get the guidelines..” bill questioned, setting his hand back down on the table.