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Mar 2014
I'm always excited for her class when I wake up, so I try my best to not be late.
I can't stop smiling like an idiot everytime she enters the classroom and say "good morning class."
She enters and she changes the ambience of the room. The way she teach, full of love and passion for her subject, that you don't see much with other professors; and the way she looks at me, is it safe to say I can't help it not to blush?
When I listen to her discussions, it's like we're the only people in the room; she brings me in a different world, an adventure in the classroom, she opened my eyes with so many things that gave me a different point of view about life.
I hope one day I'll find someone like her, someone with passion for what she loves to do, even thou some don't appreciate it; I hope one day I can meet someone with that kind of intelligence and can really get someone's attention because of that, and hopefully I can be like her; but until that day comes, can I just say that I am in love with my professor.
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