Getting Told By The Teacher
Growing up, I was always bullied at school, but it got especially bad when I started dating when I was fifteen. In less than a week, all kinds of rumours started circulating claiming we had been “caught” doing all kinds of inappropriate things all around the school, even though we didn’t even hold hands at school.
Science class was one of the few places I was safe. The teacher was the best I’d ever had. Not only did he make each lesson engaging and interesting and talk to the students rather than down to them, but he also had zero tolerance for bullying. However, he had a unique way of dealing with bullies.
One day, in science class, I was focusing on my work while in the background I could hear the usual bullies whispering about me and laughing. I ignored them. While the teacher was writing on the board, one of them sidled up to me.
Bully: “Hey, [My Name], is it true you’re going out with [Boyfriend]?”
I nodded uncertainly. This made the bully and his other friends start laughing. The bully suddenly gave a really creepy grin and he leaned in toward me.
Bully: “So… have you given him a blow job yet?”
His group of friends laughed louder. Everyone in the class started staring at me. I wanted nothing more than to be out of this conversation.
Teacher: “Um, [Bully], I think you’ll find that’s none of your business.”
The bully suddenly turned, unaware the teacher was right behind him.
Teacher: “That’s an extremely inappropriate question, and I don’t want to hear you say anything like that again.”
The bully rolled his eyes, turned back to his friends, and opened his mouth to make a comment. Before he could, the teacher grinned suddenly.
Teacher: “Besides, [Bully], if you’re looking for tips on how to give head, there are far better, more appropriate ways than asking your classmates. Try looking on the Internet instead — just not during class, okay?”
The bully’s friends suddenly burst out laughing and the bully shut his mouth, went red, and moved away from me. The teacher then carried on with the lesson as if nothing had happened. At the end of the lesson, I was the last one out, and the teacher asked me to stay behind. He told me that if anything like that happened again to come and speak to him and he would help me raise a sexual harassment complaint because things like that were not okay. Luckily, after his help, I never needed to, but it was nice to know I had help if I needed it.