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    Come on, Bebe! That’s the lamest advice I’ve ever received. I’ve been being myself for the past twelve years, and look where it’s gotten me. Nowhere!!!! I felt like clicking on UNSUBSCRIBE right then and there. But something held me back. Something called curiosity. Or desperation. I’m not sure which.

Monday, January 8
Fourth period
    Finally
, I had few a minutes of free time during fourth period to take notes on the most obviously perfect guy in that class. The teacher himself! Mr. Steven DeLacey.
    We don’t usually get free time in Mr. DeLacey’s class because he works us like dogs. (Question: When people say “worked us like dogs,” do they mean sled dogs? Those are the only kind of working dogs I can think of. And really, it’s not like he makes us run through miles of snow or anything. Not that I wouldn’t run through miles of snow for Mr. DeLacey. I totally would. Even if I don’t have a thick coat of hair, padded paws, and wolves for ancestors.)
    Anyway, the point is that no one minds working hard for Mr. DeLacey because he’s cute. And I’m not the only girl who’s noticed.
    Mr. DeLacey has about half of the class wishing they were a decade older. The other half is male. And he has all of us wanting to understand algebra well enough to impress him. His eyes are really big and nice. When he’s explaining something, he looks right at you with those huge blue eyes and says, “Do you get it now?”
In those particular moments, I’m never thinking about algebra. I just nod my head and know that my mom is going to have to do a lot of explaining to me when I get home.

    It might seem crazy to write about someone who’s eleven years older than me. But I like to look at it this way: My grandpa is ten years older than my mimi. So even though right now I’m sure Mr. DeLacey wouldn’t consider dating a seventh grader, someday I’ll be twenty-one and he’ll be thirty-three. That isn’t so bad, is it? The point is, again, you never know.
    Obviously Mr. DeLacey is too old to be my boyfriend. But what if we were meant to be together, you know, eternally? Now that I’ve visited Bebe Truelove’s site, I can’t help thinking that Mr. DeLacey would make a great soul mate. One thing he has going for him is that he already knows how to solve for
x
.
X
being an unknown answer. You just have to know how to use the information right in front of you to find it. Kind of like finding a soul mate.
Fifth period
    We’re supposed to be writing notes about our science fair projects. Luckily (for my science grade, but not for my social life) I had all weekend free with nothing better to do than try to complete that pesky assignment. The problem was that every time I tried to think of a good topic, I ended up daydreaming about Evan.
    Then a sweet idea hit me like a ton of candy corn: I could use my
real
science fair project as an excuse to gather information for my secret, and more important,
soul mate
research project. I mean, I could even conduct a survey or something that gives me super–relationship insight! That would be awesome.
    So I spent the next few hours consulting the most authoritative sources on boyfriends out there: teen magazines! I dug around under Julie’s bed until I uncovered a stack of old mags like
G-16
,
Astroteen
, and
Drama Tween
. ( Julie hides all the things she thinks make her look immature under her bed. I found fifteen Webkinz and three empty Big League Chew bags there, too.)
    Anyway, once I discovered the magazines, I began some serious research. Like marking all of the pages that had surveys and quizzes on them. I stuck blue sticky notes on personality-type quizzes like “What Color Are You?” and “What Does Your Room Say About You?”
and “Which Character from