Once again, the myth that I have any privacy is shattered

I've known that students are nosy for exactly as long as I've been teaching. I found it out within the first few minutes. Today, however, any illusion that the 25-mile distance between my apartment and my school would isolate me from my students' invasive curiosity was utterly obliterated. I guess it was my own fault, I told them the name of the town that I live in; actually within a few miles of quite a few of them.

What I didn't realize, however, is that they know my car. Not just what kind of car I drive, but my car. All of them. They watch for the "I ❤ Penguins" bumper sticker. What's worse, they've actually seen me on the drive in. This is what makes me a little concerned. I've never seen them! I'm usually so subdued in the morning that I avoid those embarassing driving habits, like inspecting your teeth in the mirror or rocking out to the radio. However, the knowledge that I'm being watched makes me a shade paranoid.

Not that the posession of this knowledge allows me to do anything about it. All I'm left to do is persist, and hope they don't secretly watch me spill half a cup of tea down the front of my shirt.