When I was at school I would every day for a year leave my last class early so I could go watch a teacher smoke in her van

I mean she was 36 and I was 16 I never knew her last name <br><br>I mean she was smoking weed out of a bong every day that last class of the day I would skip and go watch her, <br><br>She was so cool,if only I knew her last name I’d find her and ask if she wants to grab a beer or lunch or something maybe this time I’ll be the one smoking, but unfortunately <br><br>I miss her and don’t even know or remember her name, <br><br>She was the coolest funniest teacher I’ve ever had, and it felt good too know that there was a teacher that was feeling all the way different that all the others