my teacher told us some reasonable
excuses for getting a bad grade in his
class...
my favorite was;
"[i]Mr. Kramer doesn't like me.[/i] That's reasonable, because it's true.
I don't like you. I don't need to.
I don't need any fourteen-year-old
friends."
Aww, really? I wanna learn how to play the piano in the worst way- once you know how to play the guitar and the piano, you can play almost any instrument.
But he's probably just being protective of you. That's what Dads tend to do. A lot. My dad interrogates any boy I happen to bring home, regardless of whether or not he's interested in me.
g'night.