Can I See Your ID?
Mary Kate, Mary Kate...so you're getting married. I am sooooo disappointed. Marrying your student. Having babies by your student. Sleeping with your student. SHAMEFUL!!! Plus, he was 12 when you met. I have a better excuse, mine was 18.
OK, so before you run and call Katy Couric, let me explain.
My second year teaching, I was 23. Not to long out of college, 5'2", fairly cute if I can say so myself. I am a high school teacher. By choice. I love it. But there is a downside. I was not only a high school teacher, but I taught seniors. My oldest student was 20 (actually used to see her at the club). Now most teachers view all of their students children, even as their own children. I did...and really still do. Even an attractive student, "Ahh, she is so pretty," or, "He is just so handsome. He is going to make so lucky girl very happy," and so on. Even at my young age, I still viewed my "kids" as "kids"...then there was Kai.
Kai was about 6'3", 200 plus lbs, caramel-colored skin, and a winning smile. All of us agreed, Kai was fine and would be finer at about 26. Never really a second thought about him. Even when he signed up to take my creative writing class, I did not worry about anything. He was just another kid. But the problems did not begin in creative writing; it began when he signed up for my Shakespeare Indy Study course.
Now, if you ever took an Indy Study class, you know that it does not require daily attendance. You get your assignments for the semester and occasionally check in with your teacher. However, Kai started "checking in" everyday. My colleague suggested that I keep my door open when he was there, to be on the safe side (gossip can be deadly). I agreed, especially since we were usually working alone. Everything was going great, until I got wind of my "Christmas gift". His cousin was also a student of mine and happened to mention it to me. As a teacher, I am used to getting gifts. Apples, candles, mugs, candy, the usual. However, the day before Christmas break, Kai arrived with his gifts for me -- a cell phone and a gold watch. Now, there was little question to where Kai got the money; he was a known hustler. Shocked, I politely thanked him and handed them back. He laughed a bit and said that he understood. "Enjoy your break Miss. Maybe we'll run into each other." I was definitely thrown but quickly got over it...It was vacation time.
During the break, my girls and I headed off to the Reggae Club one Friday night. This spot was the hottest, had been for years. Everyone was going to be there. So there I am in my tightest jeans, belly top, the twins slipping out of my shirt, tattoos a-blazin...looking not too shabby. After hitting the bar we went straight for the dance floor. We were jammin. The music was hot; the floor was packed. As I we were busy shakin' our tails, next thing I know, I was joined by someone behind me. My girls gave me the thumbs up (He is fine girl! Get him! Get him!) So I got my grind on. He was feeling great and could move just right! My curiosity was getting the best of me...I turned around.
After I regained consciousness, Kai said (smiling wickedly) "Miss, I couldn't resist it. You were looking so good and you weren't paying attention. And I know if I had asked you would have said no." DUH!!!! Of course I would have said NO!!! All I could imagine was having to explain to a judge and my mother why I was dressed like that and why I was rubbing my ass all over my 18 year old student. I was completely freaked out. To make things worse, as my loyal crew sat down at a table laughing hysterically, Kai capped off my evening of Statutory by saying," I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But Miss, your ass is amazing. Thanks for letting me get in it." I immediately grabbed my coat and walked out, dizzy. Looking back, I think I was more freaked out by the fact that I had enjoyed most of the situation. Knowing that if I wasn't who I was and if he wasn't who he was, the evening would have been very different.
Now at this point, you may actually be pissed at me. Who cares! No one is offended watching a Desperate Housewife bang her teenage gardener on the dining room table. And Kai and I never went beyond that fateful night. His daily visits became bi-weekly and never lasted beyond 5 minutes. I couldn't even bare to look at him, for fear that I might have begun to drool. June finally came around, and Kai crossed the stage, onto hi new life and far away from me.
Today, I am seeing a younger man…26 years young to be exact. In fact, he is about the same age as Kai. I am not weirded out by that (well, I wasn’t until I just typed it). No, I’m not a Desperate Housewife and no, I’m no Mary Kate. In fact, she pisses me off. A twelve year old! A child is a child! That is ridiculous! Wait, until he is legal…and can buy you a drink.