Stolen kisses in cluttered little cupboards,
While backs are pressed against shelves heaving
With staplers, sharpeners and broken coloured pencils.
If mum and dad could see her now
They’d shake their heads and wonder where it was
That things went wrong for their darling daughter.
So much promise shimmered through in her early years
And now she played with fire in the lunch break hour.
Of course, one cannot really blame the girl,
It’s pretty much a tale as old as time.
She’s rather young with hormones running riot,
All short skirts and makeup layered thick,
And he’s a male; warm blood, a pulse and wandering eyes.
At first it was a sideways glance, a touching cheek,
And then it was a meeting of the minds, behind closed doors.
She had never felt that way before,
He had, but now his wife was absent and unloving.
He never thought that he would be
That cliche he detested, that dirty older man.
But when it started to unfold, and sparks began to fly,
He saw a different man staring back at him,
A younger, lighter version of who he’d grown to be.
He wore a scent she said she liked and ditched the tweed
That all the teachers of a certain age
Had adopted as their uniform.
He found himself on frosty nights, feeling hot,
Heart rate rising as he marked and thought of her,
Wondering if she thought of him as well.
He sighed with lust and loneliness and told her to be quiet
If she didn’t want for him to lose his job.
But he knew just as well as she
That girlish whispers would be heard
While PE socks and polo shirts were folded into bags.
It added to the thrill, he guessed,
What other explanation could there be?
If only life was simple like
He’d expected, planned for on his wedding day.
And here he was, learning on the job,
That love or lust and anything in between
Is far from tidy, neat and clean.
He pushes back her hair behind her ear
And hopes that this won’t end in tears.
I’m considering doing my teacher training which is really exciting as I’ve never had a job that I could consider to be a ‘career’. Today, I went to a presentation by our local schools alliance and got all the information I needed to move forward. All I really need to do now is get a bit of work experience and then apply!
Anyway, while I was there, they were very keen to point out that the applications can’t progress until references and safeguarding checks are completed. This is an obvious as we all want to know that we are sending our children to a safe place each day. However, it got me thinking about what happens when somebody does slip through the cracks and how does a situations like this escalate.
I’m assuming that nobody ever expects to find themselves in a student teacher relationship, but when sparks start to fly I can imagine that it can sometimes be easy to let barriers down and find yourself in a tricky situation.
I just wanted to tackle this subject because forbidden love is just one of the best to tackle and it’s interesting to think about what goes through the head of the person who is in the place of power. I obviously don’t condone this behaviour but I do always find it interesting when good people do bad things because I always wonder what the story is behind it all and what is their driving force.
Anyhoo, I just wanted to share my exciting news and to assure you all that I’ll only be doing any kissing in the stationery cupboard if there is a hot maths teachers in my placement school 😉
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best wishes for your training. just for the thrill – i think you hit one of the buttons there.
Thank you Gina!
you are welcome!
Bourbon, cigarettes and syllables
Lol this is my favorite of all your work, really excellent! Vivid!
Good luck! (both on teaching and on finding a hot math teacher… haha)
haha, love it! x