Warning: Looooooooooonggg story
Two years ago, at the start of my second year of teaching, a student accused me of looking at porn on my school computer.
I had stayed pretty late after school and was actually getting some work done. Student A (a kid I had in Writing and English the previous year) and Student B were hanging out on the other side of the building. The school, itself, is quite small, and all the classrooms open up to the outside. There is no fence around the school; the campus is totally open, so anyone can walk onto school grounds. It’s a very small town, and there’s never really been a problem.
Students A and B spotted an elementary kid and talked/bribed him into coming up to the corner of my classroom - right where I was sitting at my desk - and pounding on the wall. It was impossible to catch elementary kid, because the door to my classroom was at the other end of the room. Elementary kid came up and pounded on the wall two or three times, each time scaring the beans out of me. So, I finally did a walk around the campus and saw Students A and B. I asked them if they’d seen anyone running like a madman from my class, and they shrugged, so I asked them to keep an eye out, and if they saw the kid to ask him to cut it out.
Then, as I was working at my podium, up at the front of the class - grading papers , working on lesson plans, etcetera - Student B puts his head in the class and asks me if I’m looking at porn on my computer. I was so startled, I didn’t get angry, just told him I was busy, and no, looking at porn on the school computer would be about as stupid as stupid gets. Ten minutes later - after I’d had enough time to get angry about the question - Student B puts his head back in and asks me if I have a dildo. I told him to get the hell out of my classroom and not to come back.
Next morning, I tell me principal about what happened. He knew exactly who Student B and the madly pounding elementary student were - a benefit of being a principal in a school district with only five hundred students. He and the elementary principal pulled the elementary student out of class and put the fear of God in him. Then, he pulled Student A out, chewed him out, and got him to completely roll over on Student B. Then he and the superintendent have a little chat with Student B about his behavior. His defense was “Well, the reason I asked her if she was looking at porn was because I saw it on her computer.”
Now, both my superintendent and principal are savvy people. My superintendent is quite the political animal. She makes Hillary look like a piker (and I say this with awed respect. I never want to get on my superintendent’s bad side. She takes care of her people, but woe betide the idiot who messes with her). They both knew Student B was lying through his teeth. However, with an accusation of that magnitude made, they had to follow through with an investigation as well as the standard Student Attendance Review Board (SARB) meeting with a county judge on Student B (not for this one infraction. Student B had a loooooong history of misbehavior and was in fact, attending the alternative high school, which is why I didn’t recognize him).
The superintendent came to my class and pulled me out to talk with me - this NEVER happens. She explained that Student B had made the accusation against me, and as I instantly began hyperventilating and babbling that no, I had not been looking at porn, assured me that she knew it wasn’t so. It was just that Student B’s mother would take his word over anyone’s and was probably going to spread the story in the community. This was no idle threat, since the community was 3000 year round residents, and I had no tenure. If things had gotten rolling, I could easily have been told there was no contract for me the next school year - never mind, the possibility of a witch hunt, a firing, and a revocation of my teaching credential.
I had several things in my favor, though. First, the school network was setup with a firewall server that blocked all known inappropriate sites. Second, the network had a sniffer that logged any viewed unblocked inappropriate sites. Both were used to police the students’ computer usage, but I was subject to the same review. Third, the district’s connection was piped through the county’s department of education, which also kept server logs. Fourth, the setup of my room completely precluded anyone standing in the doorway from seeing my computer. Both were on the same wall, separated by twenty feet of counterspace topped with a big screen TV, then a full size filing cabinet, and then my monitor. There was no way Student B could have seen my computer screen. And fifth, Student B had was very well known by the administrators, the school board, the local sheriff’s deputy, and the county SARB judge as being a Not Nice Person. The previous year, he’d gotten an eighth grade girl pregnant.
It boiled down to a SARB meeting. Student B had broken his SARB contract by being on school grounds after school, so he was up for review. Turns out this particular SARB meeting was the one I’d signed up for at the beginning of the school year, since each meeting needs two teachers from the school staff present. We dealt with a seventh grader who’d been stealing, doing drugs, and getting into vandalizing, and when we were done with that, I explained the judge that I had to excuse myself. I couldn’t be present as a SARB board member, as Student B had leveled an accusation at me.
I sat outside at the secretary’s desk, reading a book, while the meeting went on. Student B’s mother, apparently, was ready to push the accusation as far as she could. She was convinced the system was trying to railroad her darling child, and I, of course, was the Evil Seductress trying to get her son in trouble (yes, all 255 pounds of me at the time). I later got the story from the superintendent, the principal, and the school secretary.
First, the judge read over the accusation Student B made towards me and asked Student B if it were true. He said it was, so did his mother. Then, the school secretary explained the IT network setup - that I couldn’t have gone to a porn site, even if I had, the sniffer would have logged it, which it didn’t, even if I’d been able to go there, the county’s servers would have logged the visit, which it hadn’t. Both Student B and his mother still swore that I’d done it. After that, the superintendent pulled out a sheet of paper and pencil, handed it to Student B, and asked him to draw a map of my classroom - where he’d been, where my desk was, how my computer was setup, etcetera. Student B couldn’t do it.
The judge asked him again if the accusation were true, or if he were making something up to get himself out of trouble. Student B finally caved and said he’d only been making a joke, and didn’t understand why everyone was so upset. His mother, however, still said that I’d been looking at porn. At which point, the superintendent leaned forward and said:
“Ms. Phouka is a valued member of our faculty. If you repeat your son’s false accusation in any manner, I will encourage her to sue you for slander and defamation of character, and I will offer the support and resources of my district to her to do so. Do you understand?”
And Student B’s mother folded.
All in all, it took about six weeks for everything to shake out. I was a shivering wreck through much of it, as I’d read and heard second/third hand accounts of teachers who’d been ruined by similar accusations. Had it been another student - one with good standing and credibility - it would have been much worse, even with the evidence on my side. Had my principal and superintendent not backed me to the hilt, it would have been catastrophic for my career.
The next year, Student B had to come to me and personally apologize for his behavior, and I got the chance to explain to him why it was so much worse than a “joke” and him trying to weasel out of a bad situation. He’d had to come to me because he’d transferred back to the regular high school, and in order to graduate, he had to take Art - of which, I was the only teacher. I had him sign a behavior contract, which he held to for the first quarter or so. Then he just kind of stopped doing any work, or coming to class, or really, anything else, so he ended up flunking three of four quarters.
At any rate, that’s my story.