Mrs. Robinson Syndrome
Working at a summer school has been okay, but it's come to my attention that 12 year olds have been hitting on me. Full on spitting game. Asking me out in the hallways as they pull up their pants and go back to brush up on their DSTP math. The cries of "AY GURL! How you doin' you lookin' FUINE..." following me as I drop my head in laughter and walk back to the office. 12 year old delinquents with no basic math schools hitting on me.
...I don't know how to feel about this.
It's almost as bad as the creeper old men that wink at you when they hand you their money and ask for the senior discount with their wives standing next to them.