L was an assistant at the school I worked at she worked part time because she was a single parent and needed to be home for her daughter. At first, she was okay but after a few months she started to show her real self, and no one was impressed. One day I remember she said she took away her daughters PS3. We asked her why thinking the kid did something like misbehave or her grades were slipping. Nope, she just felt like taking it. She had an issue with boundaries also. When she found out another teacher and I (both of us female) were part of the LGBTQ community she would kind of rub herself up on us.

She would go on trips randomly to Seoul, SK and come back with gifts. She’d hand out skincare products and would give me some, all the products were for skin lightening (I’m black).

But we didn’t realize how mentally not okay she was until the end. One Saturday morning we all showed up to work and all the teachers noticed the Japanese staff going mad, but we didn’t know why. Finally, we were able to ask one of them what happened. Apparently, the night before she’d gone on the Line group that was specifically for the assistant and insulted/cured out all of them while drunk. We, of course, were surprised. After work a few of us planned to go out for food and drinks at the usual spot. So, I went home, took a shower and relaxed until it was time to get ready and go. When I started to get ready L called. I answered and spoke to her through my headphones. She was drunk. Started asking me if I thought she was a good person. Asked if I hated her. She kept repeating herself then dropped her phone. It hung up and she called back again and started repeating the same questions and telling me how she thought the manager of the school was infatuated with her (he’s asexual). She accidentally hung up again and I left and met up with my coworkers and told them what was up. She called me again on Sunday but didn’t answer.

She’d done other things though that affected teaching. She’d interrupt my class to ask if I wanted to go shopping with her or to get my nails done. Or start a random conversation that had nothing to do with what was going on during class. She had an unhealthy obsession with trying to make me more girly. Finally, after complaints from me and other teachers she was fired and told she could only come back if she got the help she needed.