When I was around 13 I had a male teacher who had a crush on me. He'd tell me that I was beautiful, that I was the best student in class, and that he would always support me. It made me feel nice at first, but he wouldn't leave it alone and it got really creepy. I told my dad and he told him off …

(This was in the UK in case you're wondering)<br>When I was in sixth form I had another male teacher who was really nice and supportive. He always made time for me after class and told me that I was special, that he liked me and wanted to help me get into university. It got really obvious that he liked me, but he was being a lot nicer to me than most of the other male teachers, who just treated me as if I was one of the boys. It made me feel guilty for realising he liked me because I felt bad for him, but he wouldn't leave it alone and it got creepy and made me feel uncomfortable. <br>I told a female teacher and she told him off and moved me out of his class as much as possible, but there was a lot of stuff that he couldn't move me out of, so she just made sure that I didn't sit near him and kept a close eye on me when I was in his class.<br><br>When I was 17 my English teacher was telling us that he was leaving for another school and wanted to take us out for a meal to celebrate. We went to this pub, it was a lot more crowded than I expected. He took me to one side and told me that he couldn't take all of the class out so he was going to take me and a couple of other girls instead. He made us sit at a table by the window, then he went to get the bill and came back with another man who he introduced as his fiancé. He told us that they wanted us to meet him, but we were really confused because he had never mentioned having a fiancé before. We had been there for a while and they were getting ready to leave when the man started telling us about his favourite foods and then he asked us if we were going to university and if we had any plans for our future. He asked us if we were going to get married and have kids. This is where I feel guilty for having done what I did, but I felt like I was going to throw up and I wanted to get out of there so I asked if I could go to the loo. When I got there I just stood in the stall, I didn't even pee, I just couldn't be in there any longer. I came back out and walked out of the pub without telling anyone and ended up walking home, alone. I have no idea if they found out I had gone or not. <br><br>This was the same year I found out about the other teacher, so it was a pretty shit year overall.