I used to work part time at a school to help pay for my bachelor’s degree 3 or 4 years ago and frankly I was lucky to land a gig there. But, while I was there, I got a reputation for being the “cool teacher” that everyone could relate to.
A bunch of kids ended up getting way too comfortable, and telling me stuff that they really shouldn’t have. The school was a mess, with all kinds of internal problems.
Today, years later, I’ve since graduated, have a way better job, and a bunch of my former students have since grown up and moved on with their lives.
Almost a year ago, three of them found out my Instagram and invited me to dinner in order to catch up. I expected a light-hearted dinner, but what I got was a trauma dump where all of them told me about their sob stories within their families.
Naturally, I put as much distance between myself and them as possible, I didn’t want to be dragged into any of that s—.
A few months ago I had a bad break up, and afterwards I saw one of these three students at a club. Usually, I’d just say Hi and move on, but he stuck to me all night and followed me through three different clubs.
Finally, I had to go home, but he insisted on going home with me because he’d left his friends behind. Both of us were drunk out of our minds and ended up sleeping together.
We ended up in a kind of situationship, where I was trying to replace what I’d lost, and I honestly don’t know why he didn’t just stick with his friends.
At this point, I’m just waiting for something bad to happen to me. I used to make fun of teachers in the district that slept with former students. We called them out for being creepy, and here I am doing it myself. I’ll swear I’ve got bad karma.
Anyway, I just wanted this off my chest. All my close friends think that I haven’t had a guy in almost a year because I’m to embarrassed to tell them the truth.