Diary of an Unorthadox Pedophile

I went to the teacher's planning today, and let me say that I must be a pretty good fucking teacher. I didn't think I was anything special, but Principal Lorrens took note of how well I was doing with the kids. I mean, how? Few other people seemed to be interested in their jobs, and most were lazy tenure teachers who had better things to do.

Anyways, there was one woman who kept glancing at me. I think her name is Robin, but I'm not exactly sure. She teaches Math to ninth, tenth, and eleventh graders. She's pretty - she's got short curly hair and is a bit on the thin side, but over all she seems decent. Robin (I think) isn't nearly as lovely as Cherokee, but I might consider a relationship if she wants it. I think it would be good for me. After all. . . Me and Cher couldn't be together even if she wanted. She's too young - I guess I'm a bit of a pedophile?

This whole situation makes me sad. God, I just feel like crawling in a hole and dying.