The Student Teacher's Anatomy: Part 1

This was originally written for a competition on another site, one that barely got any traffic. I enjoyed getting to post for a new audience- one that was smaller but much more active than what I was used to on Tumblr or Twitter (RIP). Unfortunately, that site has taken a different direction, and some of the stories aren't my cup of tea at all. Deleting it there, I want to repost it here to get new readers all over again!

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For the past three years of college, ever since I enrolled in the teacher’s college, I’d been nervous about student teaching. I loved science, and I’d wanted to be a science teacher since my freshman year of high school, but the nerves of whether or not students would like me was just too much. As I got my placement at a school about thirty minutes away, I immediately began looking them up. Everything seemed standard except they also had a college readiness academy. Students could take colleges for two years after graduation before heading off to traditional college. As I scrolled through the faculty, I saw in horror that my mentor teacher worked in one of those classes. I’d be teaching students barely two years younger than me. I knew that I’d just have to power through it… if only I knew then that I’d need to worry about the teacher more than the students.

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It’d been almost a full month before the first incident. I’d been placed into a human anatomy room, full of apathetic twenty year olds who either had parents or money holding them back from leaving this town for good. I was getting to know them, but for now, I mainly just graded and made copies before I started really teaching later in the semester.

Today, I was enjoying some quiet time as I graded papers in the classroom while my mentor, Mr. Simmons, led a lab next door. I was halfway through a stack of papers when one of the students knocked on the door.

Hey Mr. Ryan, Simmons wanted to know if you could fix one of the sinks.

I’m not a plumber- I wouldn’t even know what to do.

He says he can walk you through it- he just doesn’t think he can lean over and reach the pipe.

We both looked at each other as neither one of us wanted to mentioned that Simmons’ pot belly is probably why he couldn’t fit into the small cabinet under the sink. Dropping my pen, I followed her next door to see if I could become a mechanic. Leaning down, I saw how low the sink was so I had no choice but to lie on my back and pull myself into the cabinet.

As students passed me tools and Simmons relayed instructions, I actually felt successful as it all came together.

Okay, turn on the water and make sure it works.

I heard the faucet switch on, and water started coming out… of the pipe directly over my head. I was drenched in water, and as I pulled myself out from under the cabinet to stand up, I saw how bad it was in my students’ faces.

Dude, you’re soaked!

Nice nipples, teach!

I covered my arms over my chest, but as I lifted them, my shirt came untucked from my pants which were still mostly dry. Why did I choose to wear a white button-down today of all days?

Hey, we need to get that shirt off of you so it can dry before the next period.

I can just let it dry in the next room, it’s fine.

Nonsense, you’ll get a cold. Let me help.

Before I could protest, Simmons was unbuttoning my shirt, and I was too shocked to stop him. He seemed to think nothing at all about exposing my chest to everyone around me. All of the students around me pulled out their phones to record my humiliation, and the blush spread across my face even more. By the time my body reacted, it was already too late.

My shirt was completely open, and he was pulling it over my shoulders. I just stood there watching him hang it over the heater in the corner as I shivered.

Are your nipples hard?

A student had sneaked up right beside me, and I swatted her hands away from my chest. I kept readjusting as I tried to cover as much of my body as I could. Students kept calling me over to have me help them, and I didn’t want my mentor to think I wasn’t a good teacher so I just wandered around the room in a daze

Without my shirt tucked in, my pants were a little loose, and they sagged a little to reveal the waistband of my white underwear for everyone to see. I was so preoccupied with the first incident that I didn’t even realize that I was steadily showing off more of my body, and I definitely didn’t notice students posing for pictures behind my back that would soon be spread around the school.

Unbeknownst to me, Simmons had seen all of this as he stoically sat on his stool in the front of the room, but he wasn’t trying to stop it at all. In fact, he was about to make it even worse.