I put “no,” but that’s just because sleeping with anybody wasn’t high on my list of things to do. I had a mad crush on my AP English teacher, though. He wasn’t much older than we were (26 or so) and he was intelligent, sarcastic, irreverent, and a real breath of fresh air compared to the rest of my teachers. He kinda looked like John Lennon (who wasn’t my type, but it worked for this guy).
Absolutely not. They were a different species entirely. Oog.
Now, when I got to college, I had a huge crush on my Russian TA…not that I would have slept with him, but I sure wanted to get to know him better.
Bah! I don’t even remember high school; I’m not really sure I even went. I’m just kidding of course, but I certainly don’t remember any of my teachers. High school was pure, unmitigated torture for me, and I couldn’t wait to get out.
I was a laaayyaayyyyaaayyyaaaate bloomer. The last thing on my mind was how attractive, or not, someone on the faculty was, or anyone else for that matter, including classmates. Dates? What’s that? Prom? Are you serious? I had science homework and a paper to write. Yeah, that’s it, a very important paper. It had nothing whatsoever to do with my debilitating introversion and shyness.
I had a profoundly ugly High School. The only halfway attractive female teacher (I am male) was obviously smitten with one of the only attractive male teachers. They ended up getting married, and were quite the cute couple.
Now, if my college chemistry professor was instead teaching chemistry to me in high school…Jesus. Think a slightly less attractive Joan from Mad Men.
I was homeschooled so both no and EWWWW.
Where’s the “Fuck yes!” option. Oh Ms. T, I would have rolled my Rs just right if you had let me.
I was hormonal like any teenage boy, but I was also really sheltered and naive. I was also a serious Catholic at the time. The teacher would have had to really work to seduce me, so, I am going to go ahead and say no.
There was a teacher though that everyone thought about that way. In her mid-40s but busty, red-haired, and vivacious as all get out. She made government fun in more ways than one.
Straight male: Not one teacher that I was hot for.
The girl in this video (you can get a good look at her at 1:58) was my 10th grade biology teacher for a semester.
You be the judge.
I had one reasonably hot male teacher who I probably would have done if given the chance…if he were single, which he wasn’t. I said yes anyway, though.
I’ll allow it.
Straight male… there were a few. Geez, it’s been more than a decade since I finished high school and I can still vividly see these women. Wonder what that says about me.
Miss Walter was my sophomore-year geometry teacher and a coach for one of the girls’ teams. She had an athletic, somewhat muscular body, but her personality was a bigger attraction for me then.
Miss Hicks was a student doing her student teaching in my junior-year English class. Amazing smile and laugh, cute haircut, and the fact that she seemed just out of high school herself was surely a big part of it.
Mrs. Elleman was my junior-year chemistry teacher, and a cheerleading coach. Tiny, svelte body, which isn’t really my type now, but I *was *a teenager, after all. Funny thing about her: the year after I graduated high school I went to a Poison concert with some of my buddies and saw a woman I thought was Mrs. Elleman. Turns out it was, as I found out when she passed me on her way to the concessions… she went to my church at the time and was incredibly embarrassed to be seen like that (getting drunk and high). After the concert it turned out we had parked near one another, and as I was walking to my car I saw her flash her tits at some guys immediately before one of her friends recognized me as the former student that she had seen earlier. She was mortified and tried to swear me to secrecy, and even gave me three or four beers for the road as a bribe, but I’m not sure I ever saw her after that. I was pretty much done with church by that point, and was just about to start college four hours away, so it was kind of a moot point anyway.
ETA: I know there’s a considerable amount of selection bias on SDMB polls like this one, but I’m entirely un-surprised to see that I’m part of the largest group of participants.
Yes yes yes yes yes! I had a h.o.t. young male teacher who I would have done in a New York Minute. Unfortunately in my senior year he married the h.o.t. young female PE teacher (bitch).
Valid point! And I’m quite sure she was doing no fantasizing about us.
Straight male, yes.
There was one teacher that immediately comes to mind. She could not have been any older than 24 and that is no joke. Frequently had visible panty line and shirts just low cut enough to get a male’s attention. I even caught more than one janitor checking her out as she walked by.
OMG, I totally forgot about my sixth grade English teacher. Sixth? Maybe seventh. I know I was young. Sometimes I think he defined what I find hot in men for me for the rest of my life. Tall, slim, snarky, loved the way he filled out his jeans, blond hair falling across his eyes, brilliant blue eyes*. He loved-loved-loved the English language (and I think gave me the love for the language also), quick, bright, and just so interesting. I didn’t think of him earlier because I never even thought about sex with him. I was young enough and naive enough that my fantasies didn’t really go much farther past “private tutoring”, which only culminated in kisses or mild stuff.
*I have always loved blue eyes. My first crush had blue eyes. And I have never been with a guy with blue eyes. Le sigh.
God, yes. Being a teenage boy, I would’ve fucked anything with a hole and a heartbeat, but there was one teacher in particular: my junior-year homeroom teacher, Miss Garduño. Man, she was a fox. Early twenties, first job out of college, slim with long, straight red hair. This being a Catholic school, a tiny golden cross always hung in her ample cleavage.
After I left there, I heard she and another teacher, Mr. Carlson, ended up getting fired for getting caught engaging in “extracurricular activities” in his classroom during lunch. Of course, stories like that fly all the time in high school and most are of dubious origin.
On preview, that first paragraph sounded like a poorly written porn story, but hey, it’s true.
I honestly don’t remember any really hot teachers, and I went to two different high schools.
Same here except additionally half the staff were Irish priests.
How about if we actually DID do it?
When I was a senior, we got a new English teacher. She had graduated from my school four years earlier. She was my school’s prom queen the year before I started high school, and smoking hot. So yeah.