Cleaning ladies peeking into the room in the middle of a class period… scary.
When I talk about a specific doctor and he pops out of the class in front of me… scary.
My 6 months old little brother laughing like a 40 year old man… scary.
The phenomena of Barney… scary.
The word Pizuuj… scary.
Sho’s chopped up people drawings in her notebook… scary.
Her sudden fits of giggling in class… scary.
The Screamer’s silence… scary.
The word “unexplodedness” in our Phonetics book… it’s an actual term… scary.
When Sho’s phone sends me four empty sms msgs one after the other… and the fon is no where near Sho… scary.
The thought of somebody stealing my Milky Cow Of Knowledge title… scary.
When I put on ruby red lipstick… scary. (well, actually weirdly sexy, but I’d never wear it to school… or outside the house… or outside my room…)
When I make up weird accents… scary.
When I’m day-dreaming and my eyes bore into something as if it’s going to burn it… scary.
When a doctor, who’s married with children, attempts to flirt with his students… scary. (yeeww is more like it but scary is more general and it fits this post.)
Martha Stewart… scary.
When I like to notice eyelashes and tell their owner that they’re lovely… scary.
When Barney calls a student “3azeezti” or “my darling”… scary.

What do you consider scary?