Confession is good for the soul

"Ok, who is our aspiring young author?" you ask, waving the unread note. "Who has so much time on their hands that they need to take on additional writing assignments?"

After a long, embarrassed silence, a young man raises his hand. "It was me," says Eli, one of the non-athlete members of your class.

"Thanks for accepting responsibility, Eli," you say. "Come up here and tell us all what was just burning on your mind so much that you had to express it."

Eli turns dark red and protests, but you insist. Shock and laughter from the rest of the class follow as Eli slowly makes his way up front. After one last protest and plea for mercy, he resignedly takes the note from you, opens it, and begins to read....

"How am I supposed to concentrate on math with Lutz right there in front of me? Have you seen those tits?!! I wonder if she would let me suck on them if I promise to get my work done quickly? If she would offer to do some sucking, herself, I could get a whole semester's work done in 15 minutes! Now I know where Candy gets that hot ass from! Let's see if we can get her to bend over -- I want to get a picture of her snatch!"

He finished reading, and silence hangs over the room. Eli is looking very intently at his shoes. In fact, none of the students seem to be able to make eye contact with you right now.

You are really conflicted about what to do now. The teacher in you wants to use this as an opportunity to lead the class in a discussion about the healthy expression of sexuality and thought. The disciplinarian in you feels the need to address the disrespectful behavior so you don't lose control of the class. But frankly, you primarily want to grab this horny kid by the collar, push him into your desk, straddle him, and rock his world, fulfilling every teenage fantasy he has ever had.