So I was in math class today (shudder) and there were these boys behind me talking about the presidents. And I overheard them and kind of interjected myself into their conversation, which I hate when people do to me, but I couldn’t help it. And at one point, they said I would get to be Thomas Jefferson and I kind of did this…squeal? thing? out of excitement. And a bunch of other girls turned to me and I was like, “I’m in love with Thomas Jefferson, it’s whatever.”
It might have been a bit awkward if one of the girls hadn’t said, “Yeah, he was kind of a hottie.”
