Daughter loves her teachers, art is awesome, humanities teacher is hysterically funny and there are HAWT GUYS in all her classes. Taking a different bus to tutoring after school is no big deal because there were lots of HAWT GUYS that talked to her. And in the halls, a HAWT GUY thought she was a new transfer upperclasswoman (girl) rather than the lowly freshman that she is. In Spanish class, another HAWT GUY sat in front of her and checked her out.
Holy shit, shoot me now. This is karma kicking my ass for my own teenage years. I can hear my father laughing all the way from Las Vegas.