Out on the street, its 16 get you 20 and ironic how close that is to home, whether you live in the park or camp out in some section 8 trailer park trash, or use REI tents to homeschool your wee ones, we should never crossover into that forbidden tutorial line of fire.

When I was in junior high, there was a teacher named Miss Bolton. I was a young scrapper of a 15-year-old, who knew she was a hottie before the actual use of the word was coined. But to think I would of been involved with some teacher like that would’ve never entered my innocent, lackluster cranial noggin. I was too insecure, too intimidated, and would of hidden under any desk or locker to avoid a meet and greet. So to think that a teacher has the right to interfere with a young teenager, who has zip for brains, is a travesty beyond.

In Oregon, there was a teacher who had relations with a 15-year-old student for over a year. And guess who caught her naked in bed with the 10th grader, it wasn’t Law and Order; it wasn’t Jerry Springer or Morey, it was her dear o hubby. Can you imagine that? So put away the Glock, do a long stint in rehab and walk a mile on coals with Tony. Then you’ll see the light!

I can’t for the life of me, know how women who are in the teaching profession feel they have an obligation and a duty to not only instruct but also destruct. This is an abomination to public education. So based on what happened over time, I have no qualms of that teacher doing 20 more years of hard time. If you play, you pay!