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Bro, I thought my new teacher was literally stalking me. This man knew the color of my bedroom walls on DAY ONE. I was ready to call the police, but the truth is actually insane. So it’s the first day of school, I was just chilling right? This guy walks in—shirt half-tucked, creepy mustache, manic energy. He gets to my name on the attendance sheet and stops. He looks me dead in the eye and asks, 'Is your little sister still playing the piano? Is that model ship still on your dresser?' I was sh