User blog comment:Wetstream/A song/@comment-1333071-20100424001120

But... my teacher (Mrs. Feldman, if you saw the blog post about DC) is freaking me out.

WHO ASKS THEIR STUDENT TO BABYSIT? Like, woah.

Me: *talking to friends about babysitting*

Feldman: *runs up* YOU BABYSIT?!

Me: ... Yeah. Sure.

Feldman: Ooh, are you Red Cross certified? *eager face*

Me: Um... yeah.

Feldman: I'M GONNA CALL YOU!

Me and my friends: Wait- what?

Feldman: You're on my mental babysitter list. *big grin* What's your rate?

Me: O_o Um. I don't know...?

Feldman: Aw, you've got to have an hourly rate! I did.

Me: Okay. 7 dollars an hour, than.

Feldman: You're like my dream! *big hug* I am definitely calling you. *walks away*

Me and my friends: O_O What just happened?

Do you see why I am worried? My teacher said she would call me. I am going to her house to sit her KIDS. And in addition to that, I never gave her my number! I AM SO SCARED.