I was watching a programme on TV tonight the name of which I can’t remember. It was celebs talking about their school days (British).
One of the topics that came up was ‘inappropriate teachers’. It was quite morbidly interesting to hear some of the stories. Teachers with hands down their pants while giving a telling-off… That sort of thing.
It got me wondering if any of my teachers were ‘inappropriate’.
Many of them were crap teachers. Many of them were excelent teachers whom I respected, admired, and was fond of. But I can’t remember a single inappropriate thing about any of them.
The only thing that comes close is hearing a rumour of a caretaker having sex with students at college. But that was college (16+) and not a teacher.
Have you any anecdotes about inappropriate teachers at your school?
Yes, I did. The 9-10th grade science teacher seated the girls with large breasts up at the front of the room and looked down their shirts. He spent a lot of time “helping” them while looking down their shirts. Once a couple of them caught on, they started wearing sweatshirts to the class to obstruct his view.
Just the one in 4th grade who would make fun of the more socially awkward students in his class. It was bad enough being teased by the other kids, getting it from the teacher too just made life Hell.
Yeah, a few–in high school the track coach (who also taught something–I think I took an economics course from him) was known for dating students. One day he and a girl I knew came floating by on the river and hollered out asking if we had any weed. We said no and offered him a beer but he said they were all set for that. We didn’t think much of it, the guy was in his early-mid twenties and pretty hot. The teacher I thought was really inappropriate was the history teacher who was drunk ALL.THE.TIME. He smelled something awful and tended to slur a lot–we knew never to take a sixth period class from the guy. We had a couple other teachers who dated students but this was the 70s and basically nobody gave a fuck.
A 6th grade math teacher at my elementary school always came off as a little creepy in the lecherous direction. It probably didn’t help that he drove an MG, somehow.
He and I were shooting the breeze in his classroom one day after school when a classmate of mine came into the room in an absolute tizzy, red-faced with rage and obviously looking for someone to vent to. She was carrying her violin (viola?) case like a broken bird.
“What’s wrong, Beth?” asked Mr. K------.
“Dougie M------ broke my G-string!”
What followed were several moments of deep discomfort and barely-stifled laughter as he and I both tried to pretend we didn’t understand any other context for that statement. I because I was a 6th grader and shouldn’t have known about those things, he because teachers don’t discuss such things in the presence of their 6th graders. Alas, he won, and I had to explain to Beth what was so funny.
Yeah, my senior year of HS Advanced Biology teacher. He would come up behind any busty girl who had the slightest dip in her shirt’s neckline, and lean way over for a good look while asking if she had any questions, needed any help, etc. Some of the girls would blatantly put a hand over their collars when he would come by; he would visibly look irritated but couldn’t really say anything about it.
If there were only one piece of political correctness I could crush like a bug, it would be the overuse of the word “inappropriate”. It’s an instant strawman word that just assumes one opinion is rock solidly right, and leads others to have to fight for their “appropriateness” before even getting to argue the main facts at hand.
Inappropriate according to whom? Gawd it shits me.
We had a female teacher math teacher when I was in, I think, the tenth grade who would invite 4 senior boys to her house to party on weekends. Although this was definitely true, there was also an uproven rumor that she was sleeping with a least two of the guys.
She was eventually transferred (I never heard she was fired).
Also, the band director was rumored to be sleeping with the girl he picked to be drum majorette. He was sleazy enough, but since I was friends with her, I never believed it. Who knows.
One of our gym teachers used to wear white swimming trunks. Yes, it was horrid.
He’d also come into the girls’ locker room. He had an “excuse”-the office for the female gym teachers was in the locker room. However, he’d come in while we were changing.
Or the time he stuck his head into the showers after we were swimming, to tell us to turn the water off. The lockers were right off of the pool room.
(Now, fortunately, none of us were naked-we were still in our suits, washing our hair. Still…shudder)
I had a chemistry teacher who was drunk most of every day, two music teachers who smoked in their offices constantly, a biology teacher who was so easy to get off lesson it was pathetic. Oh and the driver’s ed teacher who picked his nose and wiped the boogers on the windowsill during class. (Blech) Incidentally, you didn’t want to be the person who had to adjust the seat in the driver’s ed. car. (shudder)
Our gym teacher used to make the class run laps and then he would choose a girl to come to his office. I never heard the details of what happened in there, but at least three girls were crying when we watched the molestor video in class. We got a new gym teacher after that.
In 7th grade we had a female math teacher who loved getting attention from the male students. She was shit hot and dressed the part - her favorite was a tube top she’d wear under a jacket to get past the nuns, then she’d remove the jacket in class. It was bad enough in my class, which was the smart group, but one time I was in with the slowest track kids tutoring, and they behaved like baboons in the zoo with a female in heat in the next cage. We loved it at the time, but she definitely shouldn’t have been teaching.
We had an older black teacher that was an honest to god, full-blown schizophrenic. Luckily she just taught Home Economics so it really didn’t affect anyone much. Her classroom was the only one in a small sub-building. She would interrupt class to take an imaginary call from the CIA, FBI, or the President himself. She usually tried to be discreet about it for national security purposes but she was rarely out of earshot and the conversations were more disturbing than entertaining even for immature high school students.
She moved into a large closet in the back of her classroom for a while. She was good at hiding it until people noticed her car as the only one in the parking lot for the whole weekend. The administrators knew it for a while before they decided to do anything. Eventually they investigated the mysterious locked closet and found the equivalent of an entry level Manhattan apartment. However, the Teacher’s Union prevented anything from happening very fast. She stayed around as a real teacher for at least a whole year after she was found out. I am not sure exactly what happened after that.
I’ll show you an article about my 2nd grade teacher, Mr John Ferguson.
It’s located on this page about halfway down. The one that has the capped headline “SLAIN TEACHER NEEDED HELP: HE THOUGHT AUTHORITIES MONITORED HIM WITH ULTRASOUND”
That happened in 1995, as the date says. I had him as a teacher in second grade, so that would have been 1986, although he taught there for years afterward and he used to always say hi to me. I remember when I was in fifth grade (so, about 1990) I’d see him at the end of every day and he’d always have a “hello” or “how you doing?” for me.
Thing is, even then (and before when he was my teacher), I remember him being really weird. He used to eat his breakfast in front of the class (usually a bowl of cereal, complete with milk slopping all over the edges) and one time I remember he got angry with me and pulled my head back by my hair and talked to me angrily while looking at me upside down above me. I told my mom about it when I got home but she didn’t believe me (at the time). After this article came out, I reminded her of it and she was absolutely terrified.
It was a shocker, though. I mean I knew he was nuts but I didn’t know he was THAT nuts.
My eighth grade Technology teacher was a real sicko, and all the kids knew about his reputation as a pervert, but the school never got around to do anything about it.
When I was in his class, I saw him do little stuff like dropping pencils or asking the girls to pick things up from the floor. But late in the year he, I guess, finally picked on the wrong girl: he asked a friend of mine to sit on a magazine on his desk so he could get an imprint of her butt. She marched down to the office and told the principal, some of us backed her up, and he was fired at the end of the year.
After he lost his job, he started stalking her, following her in his car and threatening to kill her. She went to court and got a restraining order against him.
Eventually he sued the school district, blaming them for his health problems, won the lawsuit, and retired to a large big house on the ocean. I had the misfortune of speaking to him two or three times a few years ago. He’s still batshit crazy, and professional things being what they were, I couldn’t say anything about what I knew. After I finished talking to him that first time, I can’t really even explain how furious I was - mad that I had to talk to him without telling him what I thought of him, mad that he had the nerve to still he alive. If there was any higher justice, he would have lost his job decades before he met and of us and died of something painful a long time ago.
Not sexually inappropriate, but I had an English teacher in high school who was in the midst of a full blown mental breakdown for at least an entire semester. She had recently lost her husband and told us, in excruciating detail, about his death including the personal things she said, the private things he said, the painful sounds of his final breaths, etc, etc. She cried almost every day in class. It was pretty horrible. We were supposed to be reading Julius Caesar or something, but I don’t think we ever got to any of it.
In retrospect I feel pretty bad for her - she was fairly young to be a widow (40ish), alone, and had no body better to share her pain with than a bunch of 16 year olds. But, at the time, I have to admit that we made fun of her quite a bit, mostly behind her back.
My eighth grade yearbook teacher had a reputation for being a slut. She dressed extremely provocatively (short mini skirts and plunging necklines) and was always talking about her sex life. It was rumored that she once sat down on her desk and opened her legs just enough to show off her lack of underwear. I don’t (quite) believe the last part (wouldn’t there have been some kind of riot while it was happening?), but she was always sitting on tables and counters in her short-ass skirts. As she was wrinkled by years of patronizing tanning salons, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
My seventh grade homeroom teacher was inappropriate in the completely opposite direction. One day, she proudly proclaimed her virginity in front of all of us. Not that she should have been ashamed, but was that really an appropriate conversation topic for twelve-year-olds? There was also the weird time she came up behind me and put her hands on my breasts. She played it off like she was just tickling me, but we both know the truth.