In 10th grade our track coach was rumored to be having an affair with one of the student trainers. Three of us, all friends and on the track team, used to drive out in the country after school and plink with our .22s. There were lots of lonely dirt roads ending in isolated mesquite thickets. On several occasions we saw them two of them driving from out there back into town. I really felt sorry for her brother, he was on the football team with us and was quietly humiliated by the whole affair.
Coach Brawley was fired a little later, something about being on film using a relay baton as his penis and stroking it exaggeratedly up in the stadium press box. (“Press box”… no pun intended.)
From 4th through 7th grade in Valdosta GA public schools, 1969-1972, years after Engel v Vitale and Abington School District v Schempp:
4th grade: every day, in the afternoon, the teacher would pick up the Bible and read to us, a couple chapters per day. Noah, Esau and Jacob, Joseph and his coat of many colors, Egypt, let my people go, the plagues, parting of the Red Sea, the wilderness, ten commandments, etc…
5th grade: a different student volunteered to lead a class prayer every morning at the request of the teacher, just after the pledge and attendance and before starting classwork
6th grade: each classroom put on a play in front of the school at some point during the year and ours was a dramatization of bits and pieces of the Bible.
7th grade: in homeroom in the morning, clusters of 2-4 students would come in from various other classes to “witness” about how they’d been saved. sometimes they’d approach us individually later and ask if we wanted to join them and witness to other classes, and it was a given that if you wanted to, you’d be released from your own morning schedule to go around witnessing in various classrooms
Totally inappropriate. You can yell into an open doorway without sticking your head around and he can’t not know that it would be experienced as intrusive the way he did it.
Question: what’s the significance of the white swimming trunks?
When I was in middle school, the gym teacher was a man and his nick name for me was ‘fat nose.’ I could never and have never been able to figure out why as my nose is narrow and typically European, as I am. But him calling me that seemed to me an assault on my looks and affected my self confidence to some degree. Nowadays, I would report such a thing, but back then, we didn’t report those things, just put up with them.
White swimsuit material, especially if not used with proper lining, displays one’s, um, “shortcomings,” in more detail than is generally appropriate. Doubly so when the fabric gets wet.
TL;DR: Perv was exposing himself without actually whipping it out.
