He's gonna get me in trouble

There's a cute boy in my class named Michael. Michael was also in one of my classes this past spring. He has a beard and lately I've had a thing for beards. I'm not talking a full, mountain man beard or the ZZ Top kind either. It's a subtle but well-kept beard. Anywhoodle, he sits next to me and he's a very funny guy. He'd make a comment which would then make me giggle. Of course he's only saying it loud enough for me to hear so I'm the goofball giggling in the back. This professor called on me once because I was studying my cuticles (my nails are fabulous right now). I swear the time when, "Alisa, would you like to share what's so funny with the rest of the class?" is coming.

Oh and I have always had kind of a dirty mind. I blame having access to cable television since I was 5 but I digress. So last night we're discussing mental retardation. The professor is telling us about the training needed to help mentally retarded people fit into society. She had mentioned job training, how to use public transportation, etc. At one point she had mentioned something about how all this helps with self-esteem. Then she said something about self-satisfaction. Well when I hear self-satisfaction, my dirty mind goes, you know, *there*. I quickly banished the thought and scolded my brain for being in the gutter (my inner monologue was tough last night). Then she says, "Yes, there are a lot of mentally retarded people who need to know it is not alright to masturbate in public whenever and wherever the mood strikes." I'm telling you, the entire class stopped what they were writing, looked up with slight shock and then went back to writing.