Okay first off, don't read if you're not looking for anything but fanfic purposes. This is solely a rant/discussion of my college life right now. And if you are bored and do care to read about my many life problems, do read on. Keke ^^ 

Okay so, I major in Literature (surprise surprise) but I'm able to take many minors throughout my studies. So, this semester I boldly decided to take uality. Yes, yes, I know - "You're a peporo". 

yes I am. I admit it.

Anyways, though. The thing that's most comfortable about the class is not the material itself but the professor. Ahh, he's gorgeous you guys. Yes, he's in his late thirties. Yes, he has over two hundred students and probably does not know my name. 

And yet, my poor heart cannot shake off the warm feeling I get when he hands back an exam or goes down my name on the roll call. I've been taking the class for three weeks now and I've got to admit it, I'm crushing hard. 

*Sigh* 

I know y'all probably don't even have advice to give xD This is a downhill going case no matter how we look at it. Let's just hope there's a net at the bottom of this hill, hun. 

Or else it's going to leave a big bump.