Like every good story, I guess I have to start at the beginning. As you already know, I was absent for the first two days of school. When I came in on the third day, I smiled shyly at the teacher sitting at the desk. She figured I must be new, but we soon figured out that I was already on the role and I explained that I had just been absent the first two days. She told me where my assigned seat was, and I sat obligingly. I don't remember how it came up exactly, but she soon said to one of the students (or was it all of us? I know almost everyone found out the first day) that she was pregnant. It didn't take more than the rest of the week for me to learn that she was very nice. I soon grew very, very fond of her. Her homework took more than an hour, but I did it all of the time so that I could make grading easy on her, since I almost always made a 100. I did it so that she didn't have to worry about making me do it or fuss at me. I did it just to please her. From time to time, the topic of pregnancy comes up in class. The first occurrence of this was when we had a new girl come in about the second week. One of the boys felt the urge to announce that our English teacher was pregnant-in front of the teacher in her class. Then, smiling, Mrs. W looked over at the girl. "Yeah, I'm not just fat." She explained. I almost burst into laughter. It wouldn't have been that funny, but she's really skinny. The second time came when she brought it up herself. She was reading the announcements the other day, and she got to the lunch part. She said, "Wednesday-Barbecue." Then, I guess as an afterthought, she made a slightly disgusted face, and said, "Baby doesn't like barbecue." Oh, goodness. The way she said it was so hilarious that we all started cracking up. I bet they heard us across the hallway! Plus, she announced that the woman who was there with her was her replacement. I'm going to miss her so much. I sure wish she didn't have to leave. She's thinking she'll leave about February 20th because her due date is February 28th. The third time it came up was Thursday. I really can't stand many of the girls my age because they are SO immature. After we finished taking a test today, Mrs. W told us that we had permission to talk for 20 minutes. One of the girls asked her when she was due. "February." was the answer. Then the girl said, "Hey, you know how pregnant women waddle when they walk?" Anyway, then the girl continued, "You're starting waddle. You're just barely showing, though." Poor Mrs. W. She just kind of smile awkwardly and after a minute returned to her work. I think it was meant to be a light-hearted curiosity, but still it came across pretty rude, at least, to me it did. Then, on Friday, the pester-the-English-teacher question of the day was about how you breathe during pregnancy. That seemed awkward, too, but she was calm about it, so maybe it didn't bother her. My friend asked her if it was a boy or a girl, too. I don't know why, but I want to know the answer to some of the less awkward questions, but I never have the courage to ask. I'll sit there and think it over and over, but I can't even open my mouth. I'm really afraid of her thinking I'm some stupid, obsessed, stalking, naive, weird freshman. She says I'm a good girl, though. I wonder often what she thinks of me. One day when she got mad at some of the other girls, I put my head down on the table and sat in silence for a bit. I wonder if maybe this was a natural reaction? Submissive body language, perhaps? At any rate, sort of to make up for it, I think, she sent me to do a special errand for me and cheered me right up. Okay, now that I've come up with a lot of details, what do you think? Is it normal for me to be so interested? Why am I so shy? Based on what I said, do you think, if I make one wrong move and say something a little dumb, she'll despise me? *shudder* I'm really confused.