We walk in for the orientation, excited to meet the new teacher. I glance around the room and like what I see, lots of books and colorful pictures on the wall and cute, little activity centers.
In my peripheral vision, I see the teacher approaching and turn to greet him. He saunters over, looking just like a he just stepped out of a 1970’s porn. I see my reflection in his Erik Estrada sunglasses (why is he wearing them inside?) as he pulls up his too tight pants and adjusts himself.
I gulp.
Wanting to do nothing more than disappear from this room and protect my child, I introduce myself instead. My husband and I have agreed on this public school thing so I can’t back out now. He stops, looks down toward my daughter and asks her her name. She buries her face into me as my arm is protectively around her shoulders.
He says, while his hand is over-adjusting his crotch “They’re always shy at first, but don’t worry, I’m sure we’re gonna have a great time this year, if you know what I mean (wink, wink).”
OMG, OMG, OMG, I scream and run.
Then…..I wake up.
