kerouac says

the kids were so kind and fearless yesterday. by the time we left the school, two of them had told me they loved me. and one stopped me on my way out: "by the way, you're beautiful."

also from the last couple classes:

"you looked like you were wearing a skirt, but now it looks like pants. what's up with that?"

"i don't feel brave. i feel retarded."

"you look really good for your age."