We talked openly about the creepy teacher who would look down our shirts and caress our shoulders — but with no expectation that anyone would care or stop it.
We talked openly about the creepy teacher who would look down our shirts and caress our shoulders — but with no expectation that anyone would care or stop it.
Yep. There was a middle school art teacher who would lean waaaaaaaaaaaaaay in any time he was talking to a girl, and basically ignore the boys.
One of ours went to jail sometime after I graduated!
Good.