Every time I read one of these stories I wonder what kind of time warp I went to elementary and high school within? Most of my teachers had previously taught my father, circa 1918+, and many wore black lace long skirts and lace up black shoes. Not a one of them was even slightly enticing. One thing I can say about them is that almost all were superb teachers who gave a kid a chance. I clearly recall a "Mrs. Roe" of the black lace and leather shoe attire teaching us multiplication in the 3rd grade...and adding a "counting" system for quick calculations in our head by "seeing" numbers in units of 10, adding them, then subtracting the necessary digits from the last 10, or various 10 units,..which prepared us for long division shortly thee after. For example: don't just memorize the tables for say 8 times 9 = 72..."see" it as 8 times 10, subject the difference between 8 & 9 from each unit of 10 and voila' = 72.
I still do it to this day and will say that thinking in units of 10 so simple calculations sans paper or machine aided me greatly when I had to learn to think in units of 5 while living in Asia.
Okay, I'm having trouble with the idea that this woman 'molested' a 17 year-old. Inappropriate as Hell and illegal to boot, but this is hardly the same thing as sexual assault, which the term 'molest' implies, or sexual assault on a child, which is what 'child molester' would imply.
Also, I had two teachers in high school that I would have begged to 'molest' me. (One of them was a lot cuter than the woman above, and the other had a better body than any of the woman in Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" video, and I am not exaggerating. She was fresh out of college with a Chemistry degree, and went jogging after school every day. My God but she was gorgeous. I haven't thought about it, but she is probably one of the five most beautiful women I've ever seen in person. Off hand I can only think of one better.) It would have been the least they could have done to give my hands a chance to recover.
Apparently, for some of these kids, getting their bones jumped by an authority figure, is a bit daunting.
As I didn't go to public school and didn't have female teachers after 3rd grade (and most of those were harridans), this is a subject where I can only speak theoretically.
FFS, when I was a year younger than this guy about all I could think about was the ultra-hot student teacher in French class. She was so distracting to the guys that she was replaced after the first week.
Nobody thought we were being saved from a child abuser. We thought we were being cockblocked by the damn school.
And in French class, too. That's even better than a Chem teacher. Not as good as a Biology teacher, though, unless she was wearing a French Maid outfit. THAT would be inappropriate, though....
Worse news, Ari. The regular teacher was a stylish 30-something married lady from France who wore her blonde hair in a French twist, wrapped her killer bod in what appeared to us to be high fashion, and maintained that Gallic stern-but-sexy pose at all times. What I now realize was a classic Hitchcock blonde.
About the only French any of us learned that year was "ooh la la."
Aridog, if it makes you feel better, my fifth grade teacher was basically a cross between Malcolm X and Angela Davis, and my sixth grade teacher was a cross between the Church Lady and Rob Halford. I'd earned some respite by high school!
Every time I read one of these stories I wonder what kind of time warp I went to elementary and high school within? Most of my teachers had previously taught my father, circa 1918+, and many wore black lace long skirts and lace up black shoes. Not a one of them was even slightly enticing. One thing I can say about them is that almost all were superb teachers who gave a kid a chance. I clearly recall a "Mrs. Roe" of the black lace and leather shoe attire teaching us multiplication in the 3rd grade...and adding a "counting" system for quick calculations in our head by "seeing" numbers in units of 10, adding them, then subtracting the necessary digits from the last 10, or various 10 units,..which prepared us for long division shortly thee after. For example: don't just memorize the tables for say 8 times 9 = 72..."see" it as 8 times 10, subject the difference between 8 & 9 from each unit of 10 and voila' = 72.
ReplyDeleteI still do it to this day and will say that thinking in units of 10 so simple calculations sans paper or machine aided me greatly when I had to learn to think in units of 5 while living in Asia.
Pat Austin of SIGIS can't figure out these broads.
ReplyDeleteAll I know is your kid has 100 times greater chance of being molested by a union teacher than Catholic clergy.
Okay, I'm having trouble with the idea that this woman 'molested' a 17 year-old. Inappropriate as Hell and illegal to boot, but this is hardly the same thing as sexual assault, which the term 'molest' implies, or sexual assault on a child, which is what 'child molester' would imply.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I had two teachers in high school that I would have begged to 'molest' me. (One of them was a lot cuter than the woman above, and the other had a better body than any of the woman in Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" video, and I am not exaggerating. She was fresh out of college with a Chemistry degree, and went jogging after school every day. My God but she was gorgeous. I haven't thought about it, but she is probably one of the five most beautiful women I've ever seen in person. Off hand I can only think of one better.) It would have been the least they could have done to give my hands a chance to recover.
Apparently, for some of these kids, getting their bones jumped by an authority figure, is a bit daunting.
DeleteAs I didn't go to public school and didn't have female teachers after 3rd grade (and most of those were harridans), this is a subject where I can only speak theoretically.
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ReplyDeleteFFS, when I was a year younger than this guy about all I could think about was the ultra-hot student teacher in French class. She was so distracting to the guys that she was replaced after the first week.
Nobody thought we were being saved from a child abuser. We thought we were being cockblocked by the damn school.
And in French class, too. That's even better than a Chem teacher. Not as good as a Biology teacher, though, unless she was wearing a French Maid outfit. THAT would be inappropriate, though....
DeleteWorse news, Ari. The regular teacher was a stylish 30-something married lady from France who wore her blonde hair in a French twist, wrapped her killer bod in what appeared to us to be high fashion, and maintained that Gallic stern-but-sexy pose at all times. What I now realize was a classic Hitchcock blonde.
DeleteAbout the only French any of us learned that year was "ooh la la."
Aridog, if it makes you feel better, my fifth grade teacher was basically a cross between Malcolm X and Angela Davis, and my sixth grade teacher was a cross between the Church Lady and Rob Halford. I'd earned some respite by high school!
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