The Impeccable Mr. T-Tech

In the wake of a messy school week filled with tests and dumb, bitch-ass papers I still managed to receive a compliment on a day I was probably the most under dressed I have ever been in my two week summer school career (major run-on). In government class Wednesday I was wearing my Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers shirt, gray jeans, and black low top Chucks. Not my best day but I could have looked a hell of a lot worse. Well the class was broken up into groups and when I wasn't even doing anything I received my compliment. It came from the most flawless guy in the room, let me set the scene:

Me standing in the back in the classroom with R and Jonathan (sort of bigot-ty). Enter Mr. Flawless (or the Impeccable Mr. T-Tech) and while pointing (he pointed!)

IMr.TT: That is an awesome shirt!!!!!

Me: (while drooling) Thank you!!!

(Fin)

There was more conversation but I don't remember it because I was blinded by sex appeal. His nickname is derived from his flawless skin and the frequent wearing of Texas Tech shirts. R and I now often talk about him (when R's not annoyingly tickling me) and the other lookers in the class but IMr.TT is number one all the way. IMr.TT is basically the only thing keeping me up in government and hopefully he is present everyday. If not then he deserves a spanking from Professor Thatcher.

Thatcher