He Should Be Keeping A Studious Eye On Who He Meets

, , , , , , | Learning | January 25, 2020

(I was pulled out of public school because my teacher violently assaulted and abused me in front of my entire class. In the years since, I’ve grown up; I’m nineteen and engaged. I graduated homeschool “high school” at sixteen, and then graduated with a bachelor’s degree this past year from college. I currently work on my family’s ranch. We are asked one day to attend a school fair, which we do. My fiancé and I set up our education/petting zoo before I am asked to help set up a classroom. I agree and head to the classroom where I start setting things up. A teacher comes in and introduces himself to me as I am setting up something on the floor with my back turned.)

Teacher: “Hello! I see they’ve put you to work!”

Me: “Well, yeah, not much to do while I wait for the fair to start.”

Teacher: “Are you with the dunk tank?”

Me: “Huh? Oh, no. I’m here with the petting zoo. Actually, my family owns it.”

Teacher: “Is that so?”

(It is only now that I turn to get a look at him, and my heart stops. My eyes narrow as I recognize my former teacher. He doesn’t seem to recognize me and extends a hand out.)

Teacher: “Well, I’m Mr. [Not His Last Name] and this is my classroom.”

Me: “Hello, [His Full Name].”

Teacher: “Are you one of my former students?”

Me: *thinking* “Yeah, I’m the one you went to jail for abusing!” *saying* “You could say that. Could I get a picture? Just to show my family that you’re still around?”

Teacher: *smiling* “Of course!”

(He posed and I took his picture. I quickly made an excuse to leave the room before running back outside and calling the police, as he was in violation of his parole AND the restraining order I had against him. With photographic proof, he was led away in handcuffs. My PTSD/ medical alert dog was right there doing her job when I came outside and broke down, and she helped me recover enough so I could still participate in the fair.)

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