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Know what is no fun at all?
When you have a week away from a person that you fancy like mad and it gives you time to clear your head and realize that you've been acting like an idiot and to train your legs out of tangling up and your head out of bowing so that you can see nothing but your feet whenever you pass the person in the corridor and you eventually reach that nice little plateau where you feel entirely confident that you are okay now thanks, and you're certainly not going to go mooning over another human being like that ever again, no sir- except for the famous ones, obviously, because they don't count- and you're strong! and self-aware! and you have a spring in your step again, la la la la la, don't fancy anybody, no not me!-
And then you go back to school, see the person walking in your general direction, and promptly smack headfirst into a door.
I'm going to go salve my wounded pride.