To protect the privacy of the parties involved, I will not give specifics. However, I will say this: at one of the schools I teach at, there is a bonafide creeper-teacher. I did not want to categorize creeper-teacher immediately, as that would be considered rash and not entirely very friendly; but due to today's events, he has left me no choice.
So I'm walking down the hallway, saying "hello" to teachers and casting dirty looks to participants of public "I'm going to inhale your toungue" sessions, when I see said teacher on the other side of the hallway.
Encounter One
Me: Good morning.
Creeper-Teacher: Hi.
Me: How are ya?
Creeper-Teacher: Excellent.
Encounters Two, Three, and Four
Me: Good morning.
Creeper-Teacher: Hi.
Me: How are ya?
Creeper-Teacher: Very excellent. [Channel your best Hannibal Lector voice while saying these lines in your head]
Today's Encounter:
Me: Hi there.
Creeper-Teacher: ... [insert brisk walk, knotted eyebrows, and a 10 second stare]
Tomorrow, I think I'll pick my nose when I see him. What's he gonna do with THAT?!
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