Aged 12, she had her first crush. But I was 25.
I was a Maths teacher, Mr Bunty. Baby faced in a Big Man tie, I put a face to the man in women’s dreams. But one day the woman was just simply a girl.
She would leave love notes in my pigeon hole, asking me to fill her hole. Deeply inappropriate, I approached her after class, but she was with all her friends, so I became shy and ignored it.
Several months past and soon my pigeon hole was like a train had been run through it. Bursting with letters, I would be too shy to open it, and would leave the letters festering. Ofsted came one day. To judge the teachers and check for any misdemeanours. Random hole inspection, they called it. The inspector reached my pigeon hole and opened it. He let out an almighty screech. The whole school heard. Mr Bunty and (Josie) sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G. They didn’t care that I didn’t write any letters back, or that I didn’t find her attractive. To them, I was a danger. Instead of calling out the register, I was added to a register. The Sex Offenders Register.
My work, and life has been destroyed. I now serve roadside tea to thirsty builders. Hopefully I can build myself up again. One day.
Don’t think about messing up your teacher’s career