The constant attention that is thrown your way when you just wanna walk to your classroom and teach your class. Can hardly use to printers in peace. As a matter of fact I recently started walking around with headphones to indirectly tell these crusty cadaans I ain't trying to talk to you
I don't blame them, they see a young handsome professional like me, full of charisma and virility, they want to bask into my intoxicating aura.

The kids can't leave me alone and are always talking about me, even the ones that I don't teach can't stop yelling my name in the hallways, whenever they do the nearest classroom almost always has some 40 year old looking cadaan chick that zooms out and tries to come my way to intiate conversation about something that doesn't concern me in the least.