I was talking to some female friends of mine about this the other day and I was very surprised to learn that alot of them did claim that they were “hit on” or “flirted with” when they were in High School. I was just wondering how common this was.
I find it quite scary myself.
Yeah, there was this one teacher at my high school who apparently made a habit of it. He came very close to asking me out… I thought maybe it was all in my head, blowing it out of proportion, imagining things.
I found out a couple of years later that two (otherwise unusually intelligent) girls I quite liked and respected had actually, uh, dated him while they were still in school.
{{{{shudder}}}
We had a coach that used to hang around the cheerleaders a lot…a couple of them always managed to get A’s in his class, but never made above a C in anything else. Seeing as I wasn’t very attractive in highschool, I didn’t even have to worry about other students hitting on me though 
My algebra teacher was also my homeroom teacher for two years. He was always hugging and putting his arm around the girls’ shoulders, touching their arms as he walked by…eeeew. He learned very quickly not to try that with me.
No, but I was hit on by my 6th grade teacher. That scary enough for you?
I’ve had crushes on three different teachers when I was in high school.
One hit on me, and it creeped me out. You know, I may have like him…but I knew better for crying out loud! Eeew…
The other two I pleasantly admired secretly. 
A substitute teacher in my geometry class hit on me. I was 15.
I wish!!!
I had a music teacher who I obsessed over for 4 years. Had she actually asked me out I would have been in heaven.
I’m sure she knew how I felt, and was always especially nice to me. I think she was rather flattered by my attention, but messed with my mind as a result.
I know this doesn’t answer the question, but the thread instantly made me think of her. :smack:
My chemistry teacher. Not directly, but every so often he would start giving me a shoulder rub in class, if he was talking with me or someone nearby–I didn’t know what to do, so I just waited for it to be over. And I’m almost sure I didn’t deserve an A in chemistry, which is what I got.
Other girls got more attention; he would invite his TAs to ride in his car, etc. The ones I knew warned each other not to go. It was all quite creepy, but we didn’t know what to do about it either.
Otherwise, he was pretty popular, because he was funny and a pretty good teacher.
The chairman of the biology dept of my high school was hauled out of the building in handcuffs after he admitted to an undercover officer (posing as her brother) that he’d had um… relations … with a student. He claimed of course it was consensual… (that doesn’t make it legal).
This teacher had a “reputation” among the girls when I was attending such that the seniors told the freshman: “never be alone in a room with him.”
When I was in the ninth grade my algebra teacher actually put a hand on my knee. I was sitting sideways in my desk before class, talking to my best friend, when the teacher came walking down the row to get to something in the back of the room. I swung my legs to the side so he could get past, but he reached out and put a hand on my knee as he walked by. Written down, it all sounds pretty harmless, I suppose. He did it in a manner that I guess he thought would pass it off as “excuse me, just trying to get through here”, but it freaked me out. When I looked at my friend I could see it freaked her out, too; that convinced me that my perception of what had just happened wasn’t so wrong. I practically crawled over my desk getting out of his way when he came back past us. The whole thing was just creepy and embarassing, and I tried to forget about it. I sure never told anyone about it.
A couple of years later we heard that one of the girls in our class was pressing charges against him for some kind of inappropriate conduct. When I heard about it I said, “I absolutely believe it” and my parents asked why. Their reaction further convinced me that I was right in my initial impression!
Not exactly hitting on me, but definitely bizarre.
A number of people have said things both above, and in other threads, that I’ll paraphrase as, “I knew it was wrong/creepy/made me uncomfortable, but I never told anyone/didn’t know what to do.”
I’m very curious - why was that, do you think? I mean, if you saw a teacher steal the cafeteria money, or spray-paint a car in the lot, I am guessing you’d have no compunctions about what to do.
I know this feeling happens, though, to people that are placed in sexual/quasi-sexual embarrassing positions. I don’t subscribe to the “well, she must have secretly wanted it” theory at all. But I still don’t quite understand WHAT, exactly, goes through the mind of someone who doesn’t say anything.
Can you help unravel this? I apologize for the hijack.
Bricker, I don’t think what these girls experienced, while very, very creepy, was as obviously wrong as you might think. If I saw a teacher spray painting a car in the lot, I’d know something was up. But if mid-conversation, he casually took a few bucks out of the cafeteria cash register, put them in his pocket, and continued talking, I’d probably just be weirded out and, in the end, just try to rationalize the weirdness, only much later realizing that he was in fact a crook. Or maybe not, I dunno, but weirdness just leaves trying to figure out what just happened, as opposed to what to do about it.
There was a teacher at our school who actually impregnated one of his students. ::shudder:: I wasn’t familiar with him or the girl so I don’t know any of the details.
I asked my orchestra teacher to one of the school dances, but I cleared it with his wife first. (She also taught at the school, and thought I was a riot.) He said “I better not, then I’d have to start saying yes to EVERYBODY.” Shhheeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhh, right!
Bricker, here are my guesses. Most of these incidents aren’t anything blatant - teacher kisses the teen, grabs intimate part of anatomy, etc. Even if you did report things like a hand “accidentally” placed on the knee or around the shoulders, it is teacher vs. student when it comes to whose word is believed. Many students feel (and not always wrongly) that the administration will believe a teacher first, especially if the teacher decides to make up some reasoning for the “false accusation”, like a recent poor grade/behavior issue/etc. Plus even if they do report it, most teens would probably think “they aren’t going to fire him/her over something like this; my life is going to be hell here.” If I saw something that was more obviously a crime (vs. “being a perv” without solid “bad” things going on), I would have said something to the administration.
There was a bio teacher in my high school who would lean way over the shoulder of any busty girl with a low-cut top if she had a question. Some girls would lay their hand/a folder across their chest if they had to ask a question. I never had it happen to me as I wasn’t well-developed, but did see this going on. As for why it wasn’t reported, the thought was what are you going to say, Mr. So-and-So leans over to check our work when we have a question? How do you prove with any reasonableness that what you’re saying isn’t some teenage girls with a grudge against their teacher?
I remember as a teenager feeling pretty lost and confused in trying to figure out what was going on in sexual situations of any kind. It was always hard work to figure out… “Does this kid in math class really like me? Was he hitting on me? Or was he making fun of me? Did I do a good job letting him know I think he’s kinda hot? Did I go too far? Could he even tell? Was I being gross? Or subtle?” that sort of thing.
Everybody’s flirt-o-meter takes a few years of calibration to work correctly. Without some years of experience it’s genuinely hard to figure out exactly how much, say, a hand on the knee really means in any given context.
Add that to the other huge perplexment of teenage life, “How much should I trust / be suspicious of / be resentful of authority figures?” and… well, with any situation that might have sexual overtones and also involves an authority figure, I think it’s a wonder any teens figure it out at all.
Never in high school but by two college professors, one in my freshmen year and one in my junior year. Got an A in both classes, neither of whhich I deserved.
Guy one was kind of sweet. He got all nervous whenever I was around and had I not been a student he might have actually had some semblance of a decent intention.
Professor 2 was old enough to be my grandfather and completely skeeved me out. Kept reminding me of his office hours, brushed up against my leg on two seperate occasions causing me to change my seat to the back center of the class. Called on me personally and made examples of me in his lectures (always cute stories) I hated him…but took the grade anyway. (retch)
A girl I went to high school with made a false allegation against a teacher at my school because she thought she deserved a better grade. Police were called, media informed, etc.
Then the evil little vamp was sub-genious enough to blab it to her friends that it was BS. Thankfully, one of her friends had some actual morals and tattled. The sad part about it was that the teacher had been heavily involved in extracurricular activities before the allegation. He quit doing that. He didn’t want to risk anything. The Theater director that came in after him was an absolute ass.
I didn’t, but my best friend did. It was our freshman year, and my biology teacher (and her homeroom teacher) stopped her in the hall when she was with her boyfriend, looked at him, and said “You know, you’re very lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.” She also said that on the first day of class, he made a big show of her name, saying how beautiful it was and asking how to spell it. Her name was Jennifer.
I don’t know what happened to the guy–he left after that to go teach abroad and was asked not to come back.
No, but my Chemistry teacher had a not-so-secret affair with one of the tennis players he coached on the girls’ team.
People wanted him fired, but instead he was just banned from coaching girls’ sports anymore. :rolleyes: He reminded me of that “funny uncle” that everyone has that you work hard to avoid being alone with. What a creep.