It feels like that half-mile walk took me 30 minutes, but at night, it felt even longer.
I say all this so people understand the anxiety I felt when I had evening classes. Because in my first year, someone was watching me as I went to and from campus.
I’d park and go to class for the day, sometimes starting my mornings at 9 a.m. and leaving at 7 p.m. I’d return to my car, anxious to make it home, only to find a piece of paper on my windshield. The note would say something along the lines of, “You look beautiful today,” and always ended, “Love, a secret admirer.”
Other times, the person wrote that they loved me and hoped I had a good day. It was funny at first, but when none of my friends fessed up to pranking me I began to get scared.
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