Once in a while, I hear inappropriate comments made about me in the hallways at work by male students who seem to approve of my appearance. Often, I have no idea who made the comment due to the hordes of unfamiliar voices and faces I pass each day, but today there were just two boys and I knew one of them.
I didn't hear much, but I heard enough to know they were talking about me and most likely not in the most respectful manner. I was in a rush, so I just looked back to give them a stern teacher-ish look and wish them a good day but was greatly disappointed to recognize one of them as a boy I'd always felt was a bit sweet on me but never crossing the line. He was always the first to offer me help when I needed it, or to ask how my day was going, or what video games I've played recently, but never anything like this.
As I was heading out the door, one of my colleagues asked me to wait for her. As I turned to wander slowly in the hallway ahead of her, I bumped into the same student.
TeacherLady: I do hope you and your friend were speaking appropriately earlier.
Student: We were. We were talking about girls.
I sighed inwardly. Good, it wasn't about me. I'm a big headed bitch, aren't I? See? Nothing to worry about.
Student: And you.
God damn it.
TeacherLady: I'd prefer you keep things appropriate. (Man that's become an overused word in my vocabulary since I became a teacher.)
Student: Aw c'mon. You know you like it when the boys talk about you!
I almost sputtered like a cartoon character right there and then. He kept talking and laughing, but I no longer heard what he was saying. My colleague was about to emerge from the classroom behind him and I was suddenly aware that we were just on our way out the building. This is not the time or the place for this kind of conversation.
TeacherLady: No, I don't like or want that kind of attention. It's just not appropriate. I'm a teacher. You are students.
He gave a big grin as though to say 'no harm done' and swiftly stepped forward to give me a hug. Feeling awkward enough already, I was thrown completely for a loop when he very obviously hugged hard enough to press my boobs up against him. I pulled away double quick, only to find his right hand was now resting on my belly. What the fuck? I had no clue what the hell to say. My colleague must have walked around us because she was now waiting for me in the hallway, holding boxes. I had to go.
I always hate when shit like that happens because I never have the presence of mind to do or say the right thing at the time. It always comes to me later. Clearly, I have to have a little conversation with this young man and let him know exactly what I don't want to have happen in the future. I'll probably chicken out of making it as serious as I should and just blame my response on a prudish upbringing in a foreign country, or I really should let him know that it's not acceptable here either... I really should. God, how awkward. I hate when stuff like this comes up...