A letter to...

To the girl in my education class who thinks I don't see her,

I see you over there, finger in nose, eyes nervously darting around the room, hoping that nobody sees the golden nugget you're trying so desperately to extract from your left nostril. Take it to the bathroom. Shove it in some toilet paper and throw it away. I know you're just going to stick it to the bottom of your desk. And one day, maybe a year from now, some other student is going to sit in that very desk and the top of their hand is going to graze the underside of the desk and feel the crusty remains of mucous past come undone and they will look at their hand, booger and all, horrified, and clean up your mess for you. It's gross. Don't be a jerk.