"During the summer after my sophomore year of high school, details surfaced about an ongoing affair between a girl a year below me and one of the younger math teachers. The girl was fairly popular—not “cheerleader popular,” but well liked (for context, our high school had nearly 4,000 students).

After a few weeks of investigation, the teacher in question was contacted by police and asked to come in for questioning. Fearing the worst, he drove to an overpass, called 911, and threatened suicide. While on the phone, he was overcome with guilt and shot himself on the highway."

"Oh God… you just reminded me! My best friend in high school made a video of herself masturbating for her boyfriend (a stupid move, but she was one of those wild-type girls), and that boyfriend (who was an asshole) leaked the video to all his friends. Many copies were made. It was shown at just about every high school party for about two years, and my friend constantly got shit for it. Even my little brother saw it. We had student-run video announcements every day during fourth period, and there was one tense week when the rumor was that her video would be shown on the announcements as a prank. This all started sophomore year, so basically, my friend’s entire high school reputation was ruined, and she never really recovered from it. Kids are such assholes."

"Two hours later, when school was over, I ran from my class to a vantage point where I could watch the locker. The poor girl who owned it opened it and then did something I did not expect—she removed her shoes and grabbed the Ugg boots. For a split second, I felt remorse. Then she shoved her foot into the left boot. Her face fell; she knew something was wrong. Pulling her foot out, she was met with a big, disgusting mess. She screamed. For the rest of the school year, everyone was talking about the “boot pooper,” and two people were framed for it."

"The entire school couldn’t stand the guy anyway, and everyone knew it was him because he had a huge tribal tattoo on his forearm that he didn’t bother to cover. I guess he was afraid more people would recognize his penis than his huge tribal tattoo. He wasn’t the smartest guy."

"I fucking lost it and punched him in the face. I told my dad, who called the principal, and they had a sit-down with his parents. According to my dad, his parents came in yelling and screaming that their little boy didn’t do anything, even though they had already had this same meeting with my friend’s parents after she was assaulted. He got something like three days of after-school detention. In the days that followed, his friends called me a lying whore, a bitch, and worse. I told them to fuck off. Now fast-forward to the summer after seventh grade. My dad got a call from the local police department saying that I needed to fill out a police report regarding the upskirt incident. As it turned out, over the summer, he repeatedly raped his five-year-old cousin. I hope he’s still rotting in prison."

"During that period, the journalism teacher was opening a file on a flash drive, and when he clicked on one folder, another one labeled “hentai” popped up. The class went silent as his face turned redder than an apple. I saw him working at a Hy-Vee two weeks later."

"When I was in high school, our history teacher recorded something off the news onto whatever tape was in his VCR. The next day, he had it played over the entire school system during the short time when we typically watched “Channel One” (a news program for high school students). They left the tape playing over the whole system after the clip ended, expecting teachers to turn their TVs off.

For about a minute and a half, some kinky ’80s porn played, where a guy was dripping candle wax over a woman on the beach. Being a small school (about 400 students total), the teacher only had to write an apology letter and faced no further consequences. The worst part was that his wife also worked as a teacher at the school. I always felt so bad for her."

"Then he figured he still had plenty of time and went back yet again for two more (this might have happened a fourth time—I don’t remember exactly). As he walked into the school, the principal stopped him and said, “Dude, go home. Go home now.” He realized he’d been caught. He went to the liquor store and kept drinking until the right people were called and he was taken to rehab. He was suspended from teaching for a month.

The union fought for his job, and he managed to hold it together for another year or two before he was caught drinking at school again. He was called into the principal’s office and fired. His response was, “Well, I guess all that’s left is to kill myself.” Police were called, and he was placed on a 72-hour hold at a crisis center. He talked his way out of the hold after eight hours, went home, got extremely drunk, drove to a bridge, and jumped."

"I went to a British public school where, every year, we had exchange students from New Zealand and Australia come and stay—two girls and two boys.

We also had a science teacher. In my younger years, before I’d been educated by the internet about what stereotypical perverts might look like, he seemed fairly harmless. At the end of our final year, our science teacher took a medical leave of absence, and we didn’t see him again before graduation. About four months later, at a family dinner, two guests (who were on the board of governors) revealed that he had been suspended pending an investigation into how one of his video cameras ended up hidden inside a cavity in the wall of the exchange students’ shower. His defense was to blame his son, claiming the boy had stolen the camera and placed it there. 

His wife divorced him, his kids dropped out (they had attended the schools on parent-teacher scholarships), and his family fell apart. He’s now in jail."

"It turned out the football team never saw any of that money from the pep rallies. Oh, they certainly thought they did, because they got their uniforms, pads, and other equipment. It’s just that there was never any doubt they would get them in the first place. The principal had cooked up a phony budget shortfall and told everyone he’d have to shut down the football team if we didn’t raise money. It was going straight into his pocket—all cash, no paper trail. 

Not a single person questioned his story. Instead, he got caught because he was cheating on his wife, and his girlfriend told the police. My high school principal was led out of the building in handcuffs."

"He would give students money and tell them to go party with it over the weekend. Then he’d call them into his office the next week and talk with them about what they did with the money—how they got drunk, stoned, hooked up, etc. No one seemed to mind any of this until he was arrested. Then suddenly, the students who had been close to him started to panic and acted shocked and hurt. I’m glad I stayed out of it."

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