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2 Years of Service
I only had one hot teacher in my life. My junior year science teacher. Average height, brunette, perky boobs, straight out of college with a cute young-looking face, round ass, and very sweet. I would often fantasize during class about bending her over her desk.
One of my teachers got suspended for fucking a different teacher in school after everyone went home. She got to keep her job after the suspension and he eventually resigned.
There was also a male teacher in my high school that girls were absolutely nuts for. ("I would fuck his brains out" is an exact quote.) I don't know how he dealt with that. Having a harem of girls that you can't touch throw themselves at you daily sounds like torture. Not to mention the scrutiny and suspicion you'd constantly be under.
As for a teacher I appreciate, that would be my 4th grade English teacher. I think 4th grade is when I really became who I was and my personality was solidified. I was admittedly an obnoxious class clown, yet he was always kind, unlike many teachers before and after. He encouraged me to explore my creativity while also reigning me in. I wrote so many stories both in and out of class around that time, and I absolutely would not have the same passion for storytelling I do today without him. I wish I had the same amount of free time and discipline for writing these days.
One of my teachers got suspended for fucking a different teacher in school after everyone went home. She got to keep her job after the suspension and he eventually resigned.
There was also a male teacher in my high school that girls were absolutely nuts for. ("I would fuck his brains out" is an exact quote.) I don't know how he dealt with that. Having a harem of girls that you can't touch throw themselves at you daily sounds like torture. Not to mention the scrutiny and suspicion you'd constantly be under.
As for a teacher I appreciate, that would be my 4th grade English teacher. I think 4th grade is when I really became who I was and my personality was solidified. I was admittedly an obnoxious class clown, yet he was always kind, unlike many teachers before and after. He encouraged me to explore my creativity while also reigning me in. I wrote so many stories both in and out of class around that time, and I absolutely would not have the same passion for storytelling I do today without him. I wish I had the same amount of free time and discipline for writing these days.