CAN YOU REMEMBER THINGS LIKE THIS, TOO?

You know, I'm thinking back too much on the blog this month or so. But I'm just going to torture you anyway continue on...

It got me started thinking this time, when I channeled up to see an older "college professor" (He said!), who was in bed with what looked like a very uncertain, sad, young teenaged girl. (Yeah, you can let your mind stay in the gutter a bit, because he was trash.)

It made me think about all sorts of stuff. (I'm such a thinker, ya know. My brain is filled with minutia!)

Okay Yes, I needed Spell Check to spell minutia.

I was never put in the poor TV girl's position, but when I was an 8th grader in high school, I, (like so many of us innocent girls), was undressed ---by a trashy teacher's eyes, anyway.

He "taught" my Study Hall. 'While I happened to be coming from the rest room one day, my elderly, say... 30-year-old ,"teacher" was leering smiling as I came nearer. It was his usual smile, (sleazy), seemingly saying, "Hail, young maiden! I can see right through your clothes!" That smile wasn't reserved for just me, though--all of the female population at school was his target.

 (Oh, segue! Remember Seventeen Magazine?? I adored Colleen Corby! I wanted to be her! But that's for another tale for another day!)

So...he stopped me to ask me a question. When teachers stopped you for anything back then--you stopped!

"Hey, Trudy! If I said you had a good body , would you hold it against me?"

I stuttered. I furrowed my eyebrow, waited, and wondered what the right answer was.  If I said "Yes.", it would mean that I also thought I did. If I  said "No", well wouldn't it  mean the same, really?

Yes, I've always been :

1. Paranoid.
2. Un-trusting
3. An idiot.
4. Billions of complicated things.
5. Dumb as a box of rocks.

To preserve what little honor I had garnered in my 13 years on earth, I said "Yes.I.Would!"

I felt sure he could tell that I was looking down my nose at him,  preserving my dignity!  Or I hoped it looked like that!

(However, that " Yes" was the 'wrong' answer.)

When I said that, (I felt like running,  screaming down the hall for "help", peeing on myself), he pounced....
He looked like a very large, leering rat, grinning like a possum. (Do you think rats can leer?) His triumphant pig-like eyes swept over my body, what there was of it-. He was a low-class  mixture of many rodents---such as mice, rats, squirrels. He was a teacher above all no teachers.

Oh---and though I was no Aphrodite,  I did have thar special quality. I was a living, breathing, half-grown, naive female.

"Well, hold it against me then!" He commanded, with a laugh that I still think was demonic, snorting at his poor joke someone else had obviously made up, He  had tried it on the most pathetic, idiotic girl in high school...and how many more were there,  just like me?

I know I looked more shocked than you might  have....or maybe not! You had to have been more "'cosmopolitan" than I, no matter where you were from!  Maybe a male teacher has taken advantage of you, though?


I was lucky to be rescued by our principal, our wonderful Mr.Bodkin, whose soft, squeaky shoes alerted both student and teacher alike, that he, "THE MAN", was coming our way.
 (Mr. Bodkin was one of the un-scariest men on earth, but he was mostly all business, and he ruled with a rod of, well, iron aluminium foil!)
 But he was THE ROCK.  He was THE MAN! The all-seeing OZ!

He had eyes in the back of his head, for Pete's sake!

Best of all---he saved the day for me.

I'll never know what the ROCK saved me from that day, but my study hall babysitter teacher kept away from me the rest of that year. He was gone by the time I entered the 9th grade! Yay!

And I prayed   hoped he got drafted and sent to Vietnam, or even Canada! I know, it was crazy! But, it was still possible!

(We'll talk about Seventeen Magazine, "belts and pads" and more "coming-of-age stuff" when I can pull myself out of my "mind".)

What's left of it, anyway

Be ye kind, one to another.