hard school by spitfiredhoni94

One part onlyHard School

Heather was a young teacher in her late twenties. She was a short young woman
with long blond hair. She had been a housewife before this year. Her husband
was laid off from work and she had to get a job to support them. When she
started many of the other teachers said the she looked younger than some of the
students. Indeed many of the high school’s students were bigger than her. She
didn’t take the job seriously at first, thinking that her husband would be
working again in a few months. However, he could not get another job, and the
family had become very dependent on her income. She was hopelessly behind in
her duties and her classroom was out of control. She didn’t even know where to
begin. She dreaded going into work each day.

It was time to start her first class. Heather was frazzled. She could tell
that she barely had things together in the classroom. Several of the children
were out of their seats talking. She asked them to sit down but they did not
seem to pay her any attention. Not one was the slightest bit interested in the
work she planned for the class that day. She kept glancing at the door to see
if anyone was looking in. The school principal had been keeping a close eye on
her after it became apparent that she could not control her class. He came in
several times to observer her lessons and criticized her for not being able to
control her class better. None of the children were doing any work at all. He
said that if she did not improve that she would lose her job.

She didn’t know what to do. None of the other teachers had any problems with
their students. If Heather sent one to the office, they were sent by and she
was told that if she had better control of her class then she wouldn’t have
problems. She tried rewarding good behavior and punishing bad. But she could
not do anything to improve her situation. As a matter of fact things were
getting worse. The students could see they were getting to her, and many had
heard that if things did not improve she would be fired. They showed her no
regard at all. She got more and more upset. She was scared that she would not
be able to find another job if she was released from this one without a
recommendation. Her husband had been out of work for almost a year and they had
a child before he was laid off. She needed the job more than anything. She
couldn’t let these disrespectful teenagers cause her to lose it. The thought of
it made her angry. She had always been a nice, quiet teacher up until this
point. The students showed her no regard at all. She would have to make a
stand. She reached over and cut out the lights.

“Shut up!” she screamed. “You will all sit down and do your work right now!”
“I have tried being nice.” World History does not have to be this hard.” “Your
the ones who are making to difficult.” “Now, I expect your respect, If I plan a
lesson, I want it done.”

The class was silent. They were all looking up at her. Many sat down in their
desks and began to do the worksheet in front of them. Some were giggling a
little and rolling their eyes at each other, but for the first time in five
months she felt like she was in control. Most responded to her and were
working. She felt that if she addressed the others more personally, then she
would be able to finally get everyone under control. She calmed down and got a
stern look in her eye. She marched right up to one of the few students who were
still standing. “Donnie Walker, maybe you didn’t hear me. You will sit down in
your seat right now and get started on your work or I will walk you into the
office myself.”

“You already have Mrs. Wiseman, three times. They said that you needed to learn
how to manage me and sent me right back. Do you really want to send me again?”
he smiled. Heather hadn’t realized how tall he was before now and looking up at
him she wondered what to do. She decided that if she had made the threat she
must follow through with it, otherwise they wouldn’t take her seriously and she
would lose whatever she just gained. The rest of the class was looking up at
her to see what her reaction would be. Many were already starting to giggle
again.

“Mr. Walker, I don’t care what they said before. I will take you again. I will
not allow you back into this room either until your father comes to speak with
me. Now come along.” He just looked down at her and smiled. She felt a
spitball hit her from behind. “Who threw that?” She yelled, spinning around
quickly. Turning her back on Donnie. She glared at the class for a second
before she felt Donnie’s thumbs slip into the elastic of her pants. Before she
knew what was happening, her pants and panties where jerked down to her ankles.
Heather screamed in terror, bringing her hands down to cover her crotch. Donnie
grabbed her ankles and pulled them out from under her. Unable to bring her
hands up in time to catch herself, she went face first into the floor. A bit
dazed, she realized that she was still naked from the waist down. She shifted
to cover herself but to no avail. Students leaped out of their seats and began
to grab her arms and legs. Pinning her down with her legs spread wide open;
exposing to all of her students something she had only ever shared with her
husband. She felt hands all over her body, pulling her shirt open, grabbing at
her breasts. Squeezing them hard. Heather was still screaming as they tied her
hands behind her back with a piece of her shirt. They blindfolded her with
another piece. She had no way of covering herself and was humiliated. No one
had ever seen her naked but her husband. Now she stood naked, in front of all
of her students, completely helpless. Heather was sobbing hysterically. They
helped her to her feet and let her go. She could not cover herself because of
her binding and could not see because of the blindfold. She didn’t know what to
do. She began to run all around the room, trying to free herself. Hands
grabbed at her breasts and slapped her bottom painfully. She squeezed her legs
together, trying to keep poking fingers from slipping inside of her. She
thought of the girls in her class who were standing by, watching her mistreated
like this, not doing anything. No one was trying to stop them. “Please God,
don’t let them rape me,” she sobbed.

She blindly crawled and ran about the room until someone pushed her hard through
the doorway. She was out in the hall. She could hear them laughing still. She
screamed for help. She heard doors of other classes open and heard other
students out in the hall. More hands. No way to even tell who they were. More
laughing, more poking. How could she ever face anyone in this school, or even
this town again? She heard teachers. An adult voice grabbed her and pulled her
away from the children. She felt herself being lead down the hall. She was in
shock from the whole situation, trembling all over. They didn’t untie her or
take off the blindfold until she was in the principal’s office. She would later
wonder just how many people she had been paraded in front of. She was shaking
as they sat her down and began to untie her. When the blindfold came off she
met the disapproving faces of the head teacher and the assistant principal.
“What the hell happened Mrs. Wiseman? I have never seen anything like this
before,” said Chuck Gooding the assistant principal. You will have to talk to
Mr. Allen right away. She was lead, still naked into the principal office.

Mr. Allen was sitting behind his desk. He had already been told what happened
by the assistant principal. “Mrs. Wiseman, I have never see such a thing as
this. What the hell where you doing naked in front of the whole school?”

My class overtook me; I’ve been having trouble all year. I’ve begged you to do
something. Even when I send my students here they are sent right back to me.
How can I make them behave? Look what happened. How can I face them? Heather
sobbed, modestly trying to cover her body from Mr. Allen.

Mrs. Wiseman, You have shown today that you cannot manage a classroom. I have
never seen such incompetence. You are lucky to still have a job. If anything
like this ever happens again you will not. I have never seen a teacher lose
control to this point. I have been looking into options to help you because of
you previous trouble. I was going to suggest this but now I’m requiring it.
You will enroll in a classroom management class out at the University three
nights a week. You will also have your lesson plans and grade book on my desk
by the end of the week for inspection. I want to see if anything you are doing
is up to par. Heather’s heart sank. Her grade book and lesson plans were way
behind. She had trouble managing her family and classroom.

“But what about the students that assaulted me.” “MY whole class has humiliated
me.” I am naked. . .”

“That is your own fault for losing control. I have never seen a classroom like
yours. What do you want me to do? Suspend an entire class?”

“They touched me. I couldn’t stop them. Please, you have to do something.”

“I’m afraid that it’s you Mrs. Wiseman, that has to do something. If your
situation does not improve you will be out of a job.”

He offered Heather his coat to cover herself. She wondered why he hadn’t done
it before talking with her. She was sent home the rest of the day with a
warning that her paycheck would be docked to pay for a substitute teacher for
the afternoon.

Heather arrived home, glad that the house was empty. Humiliated, she sat down
on her couch and began to cry. She had never felt so helpless and out of
control. And she was filled with terror that she would have to face the same
class tomorrow.