My seventh grade humanities teacher was an older lady from Galveston, Texas. She always had Little Debbie Honeybuns for anyone who wanted them even though they were forbidden by the school, she put up a dedicated bulletin board in her classroom for my pro-animal rights propaganda and art, and she let me do my independent research projects on cool ass topics like chastity belts in the Middle Ages (which Iâm just now learning were not realâŠ) and Sigmund Freudâs impact on Victorian sexual norms. Yes Iâm normal.
Anyway she would call us all dearheart and that really stuck with me as a term of endearment I think itâs so lovely and tender and genuine đ„č
