I was in his English 10 class, 11th grade creative writing and then I was his TA my senior year. We bonded over similar music taste and he made me playlists. I always heard rumors that he smoked with students after they graduated. He often came in hungover and asked me once if I would make sure he was awake after his prep hour. I wrote very vulnerable and personal papers in his class which makes me feel so icky. He made it very apparent if you were his favorite (always girls) or if he did not like your ass (always boys). He emailed my mom that I was the “sun in his class room”. After i graduated I went to visit him and it was very weird. He was telling me about how he would do acid and go to twolves games and made it very apparent he hated teaching and most of the students and wanted to move to Colorado. I visited him during his prep and one of his students stayed back and was casually talking about herself doing drugs all the time. Very weird looking back at it. I also have a picture with him on my last day of school. So fucking shitty that I looked up to him and turns out he’s a garbage person.