Five Stories: Staying After Class

Nerve readers on student-teacher affairs.

By Nerve Readers

Some Much Needed Release 

When I was in high school, I had a really young, South African gym teacher. It was his first year as a teacher — apparently he'd been a pretty big-deal rugby player in South Africa, until he got injured.

Or at least, that's what he told us. There was something a little off about him. He kind of reminded me of Beast in X-Men; he was insanely smart but also had a really ripped body, from what I could tell from his extraordinarily outdated wardrobe. He was really shy, which is not the best personality type to keep obnoxious teenagers in line. And he insisted on describing things in rugby terms, which none of us understood. 

It’s relevant to mention that my school was extremely liberal — we called teachers by their first names and danced with them at our pathetic school dances. (The place was so small the dances weren't even held in the gym, but in the upper-classman hallway. The hallway!) It wasn’t unusual for teachers to drive us home, or tell us about their dating lives — they were all young and idealistic and hip. (They had to be, to put up with their crappy salaries.)

After the athletic banquet at the end of my senior year, there was a party at a rural farmhouse owned by one of my classmates’ parents. Dave, (or, I guess, Mr. Miller) gave me and a couple of friends a ride from the banquet, and we persuaded him to join the party. 

After a year of asshole kids who mocked his accent and didn't listen to him, he must've needed a release, because he went from painfully shy to drunk and uninhibited very quickly. We’d never really flirted, or had much to do with each other, but in some weird, unexpected turn, he brought me a Mike's Hard Lemonade, and we ended up wandering around the house and hooking up in the cornfield.  

I don’t know if he had a secret thing for me, or was just drunk and bumped into me. And I’ll never know — I graduated a few days later and he left the school to go teach at a posh boarding school in Switzerland. — Veronica Taylor 

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