I Slept With My Teacher

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I just turned 18, and moved out of my sperm donors house because I couldn't (and still can't) stand his girlfriend (now his wife). Every time she talks with her nasally voice, I want to hit her in the face with a fucking brick and mess up her nose job.

Side note: she's two faced as fuck. All buddy buddy to your face, then talks shit behind your back. NOTHING about her is real. She says her breasts at 'NATURAL' but anyone that isn't blind can tell otherwise. Hell I think a blind man could tell.

I moved in with my older sister and my brand new nephew a few towns over, so I had go to the board of education center to un-enroll from my old school, and enroll to the one in her district. Luckily for me, I turned 18 on a Friday (and enrolled the day I moved in with my sister after school was over.) and school had literally started a week prior to me moving.

That Monday I drove to school, normally I would take the bus to save gas since I only had a part-time job and maxed out the hours I was allowed to work while in school ( I maxed out my hours a lot).

I got to school early and I go to the front office and meet a few administrators, principals, counselors, etc. they get my classes transferred over in no time, and I go to my first class of the day. It was math. Even though I'm great at math, I fucking hate it.

Maybe it's just me, but the first day at a new school just DRAGS ASS, finally lunch comes around. I meet some new friends, you know, normal shit. After lunch, the day seems goes by really fast.. and it's the last class of the day. Advanced Economics.

I'm not going lie, I thought he was fine as FUCK! I still remember my first thought. DAMN, that's a tall drink of water!

Then again everyone is taller than me. Even my younger siblings.

Class goes on and before I know it, the dismissal bell rings.

(Mr. Dawson is what I'll call him)

Mr. Dawson asked me to stay for a brief minute.

He asks me in his naturally deep voice, "Do you ride the bus?" I shake my head 'No' and tell him that I drove. He hands me a packet and a test scantron sheet and asks me to do the placement test.

He says, "I know there is material that hasn't been covered, this is just to make sure you're in the right class and don't need to be moved to a different economics class." I nod and say, "Yes sir."

In the south, at least where I'm from, we say 'Yes ma'am, no ma'am, yes sir, no sir, and please and thank you.' It's just out of respect, nothing sexual. Unless you want it to be 😉

As I finish up the placement test, I hand the scantron back to him and he runs it through the scanner. Seconds later I have my results.

He tells me my score, (I don't remember what it was... I've slept since then haha.) and tells me that I'm in the right class.

About a week later, we're going over all that type of shit about federal reserves. Approximately how much money is in circulation, bank reserves, cash flow, etc. I don't understand it one bit.

The next day, while lunch is in session, I decide to skip lunch and go to his classroom.

I ask him if he'll explain it better. He does, and I eventually understand it. About 5 minutes before the bell rings for the next class, I pack up my bag and walk out when the principal is on the intercom system and says something a code red and the school is on lockdown until further notice.

Mr. Dawson grabs my arm and pulls me back in the classroom and shuts and locks the door, pulls down the blinds to cover the window on the door.

When a school is on lockdown, no one is allowed to enter or leave the school or classroom they're in until the lockdown is lifted. (I still to this day don't know what the code red was about.)

We silence our phones and watches. We were on lockdown for pretty much the rest of the school day. Which was like three hours. I still feel bad for the people that were in the bathroom when lockdown was called.

I was trapped in a room by myself with my economics teacher. You know the protocol where you have to stay out of sight even with the blinds or dark colored paper covering the door window? Yea... we're sitting behind his desk.

We sit in silence since we can't talk during a code red lockdown. Messing around on our phones.

I decide to break the deafening silence.

We whisper our conversations. Getting to know each other since there was nothing else do. It was just casual talk.. well whisper.

I asked him about being a teacher, how long he has been one, all that shit.

"I...love my job, I've been teaching for going on 10 years.." he whispers.

I whisper back, "What do you dislike about it?"

"Grading papers, mandatory staff meetings."

I stifle a chuckle, "Don't blame you."

We talk random shit for a few hours, hobbies, bucket-lists, family, hopes and dreams in life. That type of shit.

The principal gets on the intercom system and releases the lockdown. We only had 10 minutes left before school was dismissed, but she (principal) dismissed the school.

We get out of our 'hiddy hole' and he unlocks the door. I grab my bag and he nods giving a warm smile and says, "See you tomorrow." I return the gestures, and make my way out of the building.

I know this next part about what happened in the student parking lot isn't important but it's funny

When I get to my car, I see a freshman posing in front of my car trying to play it off as his. (It's nothing fancy,, 2005 Ford Mustang GT).
I worked my ASS off for my car, and I paid for it myself.

I, being me, press my 'panic' button on my key fob when he leaned on it, the kid screamed and stepped away. He was so embarrassed and admitted to his friends that it wasn't his car. I kinda felt bad after the fact, but who cares.

When I get home, my sister is obviously sleep deprived, stressed, overwhelmed.. the whole nine yards that comes with being a new, single mom of a 1 week old baby that she can't seem to coddle and calm down.

That kid had some lungs.

Me personally, I'm no stranger when it comes with infants, I practically raised my younger siblings. Mainly my youngest brother, I was caring for him the day he came home from the hospital, because my dad's girlfriend is a lazy piece of shit. Well my dad's a piece of shit too, he's only there if he needs to be.

With my sister, you can tell she's actually trying to be a good mom.

I just simply take him from her, and tell her to go do what she needs. Bathe, eat, sleep.. whatever.

She thanks me with tears in her eyes and does whatever.

I don't want to make this too long, or bore anyone to death with every detail.. If that's what you prefer, tell me.