Okay so I was going to the train station after school and I was stalked by my sixth grade class teacher.

She was talking to another teacher so I just ignored her.  And tried (unsuccessfully) to untie a knot on my embroidery thread.

Then, when we reached the
platforms, I knew she was going to go the opposite direction than me so I chillaxed a bit.

I check my reflection in the sliding glass panel between the platform and the tracks and guess what.

SHE. WAS. THERE.

Then it hit me. She had just gotten married. Of course she would have moved house. Or maybe she was teaching at a tutorial class or something.

We got on the same train.

I couldn't relax for the whole trip. When it was time for me to change platforms, I got the hell outta there. And prayed that she didn't follow.

But still.

Every time I see a lady with a milky cream bag I think it's her. I'm freaked out now.

Help me someone. #stalkedbyfavouriteteacher