Being a twenty-something male in a school full of hormone-packed teenage girls is sometimes an unnerving experience. Earlier in the year I even had some of my year eights going to see the school counsellor because they had a crush on me, much to the amusement of everyone else. I'm not exactly Brad Pitt either.

My current #1 fans seem to be in year nine. They saw me getting out of my car last week near Sainsbury's and shouted all the way across the car park to me. I said 'hi' back and swiftly ran away. I wasn't exactly about to stop the hang out with them, god only knows how that would look.

Today they'd done some particularly good work so I'd written on this special note paper (http://www.superstickers.com/shared/notepads/Notepads-default.asp?selectedGroup=rewards-Notepads) I have how brilliant they'd been so they could show it off to their mums. This afternoon at the photocopier their form tutor said to me that he thought I had a couple of fans after they'd shown him their notes and he pointed out that it's not every day you get to make two girls happy.

I quite shy by nature so was a bit embarrassed by this. It's not easy being a heart-throb.