At my school, there was this teacher. Quite old, bald and every other stereotype you can think of. And for some reason, my class was the only one that went to him. Apparently, it's because he's 'exclusive'.
So anyway, it wasn't weird in the beginning. I would actually enjoy his class, I'm not gonna lie about that. But that's when he started getting weird.
Like, he started touching me in places that were none of his business, he would be way too friendly and basically make me uncomfortable. So I took action. I went to the Grade Head and asked her to move classes. She said I had to write a letter. So I did. I typed a letter explaining everything and how its affected me. And in the letter, I CLEARLY stated that they don't tell him. Because I don't want a confrontation.
So two days after I handed in the letter, I was moved to a different class that was taught by a different, female teacher. So for a few days, everything was fine. I heard from my old classmates that Mr Pedophile was so sad that I left. Like, boy it's not a big deal that one student left.
Anyway, a few days after I moved, my new home teacher tells me that the school's priest wants to speak with me. And obviously it was about the change. When I walked in his class, I though that he was going to counsel me and make me feel better or something. But no. Not at all. He just basically told me that the principal said that I have to apologize or I am getting taken to court. And obviously that shit scared me.
So I typed the apology letter, and they left me alone. Until they called my mother and asked for a meeting with me in the room. By now, my mom knew so it wouldn't be a huge shocker. So the whole time, they tried to make me look bad and they tried to make it seem as of they cared by saying that I have awesome English skills. Like, I know. You don't have to tell me.
And on top of that, they told the teacher. They told him! In BOTH my letters I asked them to not tell him. But they did and he typed a weak ass letter talking about how he just wanted me to 'shine'. I can shine without you, dumbass. And then that fake priest had the nerve to offer counseling. And you're supposed to be a man of God but you support Pedophiles. Nice. Plus, they said I had to write another apology letter and my mother has to email one too.
Whatever. I did all that. Okay, like that was the most angering experience of my life. Like for a time it haunted me. And it didn't make me sad or depressed. It made me angry. Very angry. So angry that on an hourly basis, I would have revenge fantasies. Very vivid ones to. But I've blocked all that out. I have let it go for now. I'll react when the time is right but ill just focus on my studies.
And just so you know, my old female classmates found out that he looks under their skirts. And a friend of mine told me that her boyfriend show her the teacher's Instagram. And one of the photos was him and a lady from Hooters. HOOTERS. This man is well over 60. Why was he even in a Hooters? It's sad that no one can report this. Because if they did, they would be silenced.
Well that wraps up my story. I hope I opened your eyes into knowing that you can trust no man, at all. Whether he is a teacher, principal or priest. They are evil cowards who will stop at nothing to make themselves look good and get what they want. It's disgusting.
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