This morning, when waiting for the Bus to Belfast, my old IT Teacher brought her son to get a bus to Derry. Also, her Husband taught at the School my brother attended, and was my brother's Form Teacher.
The Hubby drove a White Tesla. I felt like what is happening to my country. While, at the same time, I wondered what I did with my life. I basically sponged off my family's success.
Anyone else bump into a former Teacher of yours?
For a good many years, I found myself frequently bumping into my former Business Studies teacher. The first time it happened was when I was about 18, and it felt surreal. It was the early hours of the morning and I was on my way to a 24-hour petrol station to buy a packet of cigarettes, which involved walking through part of an industrial estate.
I was aware there was someone walking ahead of me, and being a female out at that time, I felt it wise to maintain a safe distance. However, I had walked on some loose gravel, and the sound caused the person to stop and look around. Fortunately, I immediately realised the person was my harmless former teacher, and he instantly recognised me.
The last time we spoke was when I was back at school. It felt strange (in a nice way) that my former teacher was conversing with me as an equal. He too was on his way to the petrol station to buy some cigarettes, having apparently had a row with his wife. We were comparing notes as I'd just had a bust-up with my boyfriend. The most surreal thing wasn't the conversation, but the fact that when we reached the petrol station, my former teacher told me to put my purse away.
After that, we went through a spate of bumping into each other at the supermarket. There was one occasion that proved rather comical because it happened multiple times during the same visit. "Er, hello again. We must stop meeting like this!" 
Eventually, I found myself checking he wasn't in the aisles I was approaching, as it had started to feel somewhat embarrassing and awkward. "Hello there, I'm not stalking you, I promise!"
For a good many years, I found myself frequently bumping into my former Business Studies teacher. The first time it happened was when I was about 18, and it felt surreal. It was the early hours of the morning and I was on my way to a 24-hour petrol station to buy a packet of cigarettes, which involved walking through part of an industrial estate.
I was aware there was someone walking ahead of me, and being a female out at that time, I felt it wise to maintain a safe distance. However, I had walked on some loose gravel, and the sound caused the person to stop and look around. Fortunately, I immediately realised the person was my harmless former teacher, and he instantly recognised me.
The last time we spoke was when I was back at school. It felt strange (in a nice way) that my former teacher was conversing with me as an equal. He too was on his way to the petrol station to buy some cigarettes, having apparently had a row with his wife. We were comparing notes as I'd just had a bust-up with my boyfriend. The most surreal thing wasn't the conversation, but the fact that when we reached the petrol station, my former teacher told me to put my purse away.
After that, we went through a spate of bumping into each other at the supermarket. There was one occasion that proved rather comical because it happened multiple times during the same visit. "Er, hello again. We must stop meeting like this!" Eventually, I found myself checking he wasn't in the aisles I was approaching, as it had started to feel somewhat embarrassing and awkward. "Hello there, I'm not stalking you, I promise!"
