Journal Entry 7

Journal Entry 7: September 22nd

Today was another day of teaching, and it was pretty uneventful, except for one weird incident with Mark. During class, he kept staring at me with this intense, almost hypnotic gaze. It was like he was trying to get inside my head and control my thoughts. At first, I tried to ignore it and continue with the lesson, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As the class went on, I noticed Mark fidgeting and squirming in his seat. It was like he was uncomfortable, but I couldn't figure out why. Then, when I asked the class a question, Mark suddenly shot up his hand and gave an answer that was way beyond what I was expecting. It was like he had read my mind and knew exactly what I was looking for.

After class, Mark came up to me and started asking me questions about the reading we had assigned. He seemed really interested in my opinions and insights, but there was something about the way he was acting that made me feel uncomfortable. He was too close to me, and his gaze was too intense. It was like he was trying to get me to do something for him, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

Later, when I was grading papers, I found myself thinking about Mark. His face kept appearing in my mind, and I couldn't stop picturing him staring at me with those intense eyes. It was like he had imprinted himself onto my thoughts, and I couldn't get rid of him.

It wasn't until I was walking home that I realized what was bothering me. I had been judging Mark unfairly, thinking of him as just another student who needed to be taught. But in that moment, I saw him differently. He was handsome, confident, and very attractive in a way that I had never noticed before. It was like his subtle control had opened my eyes to his appeal, and now I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Looking back, I can't help but feel a bit ashamed for the way I treated him before. Maybe I should be nicer to him, give him a bit more attention. After all, he's just a student who needs guidance, right? But there's something about the way he looks at me that makes me uneasy. It's like he knows something I don't, and I'm not sure I want to find out what that is.