My Fifth Grade Teacher's Motto: Thank Heaven for Little Girls
Lucky me, my fifth grade teacher was a pedophile and I was his favorite student. I was an extremely quiet, well behaved, virtually invisible child, but he regularly reprimanded me in class for misbehavior that didn't occur, then gave me detention after school with him as "punishment". When my grades dropped and my personality seemed to change completely, my parents sent me off to a child psychologist, where they learned what was going on. My parents wanted me transferred to another school and to sue the school and the teacher. To avoid a messy legal situation, the school district transferred me to another class within the same school, and he was ordered to have no contact with me. Unfortunately, he was allowed to keep teaching and no charges were ever filed (keep in mind that this was the 1970s and the law in the U.S. tended to turn a blind eye towards things like pedophilia and child abuse - they were "family problems"). To top things off, Mr. Pervy Pedophile turned around and married my favorite teacher. I wonder how long he was out there teaching and f***ing up young lives?
(bunnybutt, Mon 14 Nov 2005, 22:48, Reply)