I Fucked my Math Class
By Sasha Merin
Copyright 2012
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I Fucked my Math Class
They were nearly a lost cause, my students. I had been called on by the coach to tutor a group from his team that were threatened with being kicked if they’re GPA’s continued to decline. Twelve had showed up and after a month of lessons not a one had displayed any chance of passing my class. At least they were quiet and respectful. They all seemed to take their cue from Jay Davis, their quarterback and team captain.
Jay had a leadership quality that any good quarterback needed. They listened to him, looked up to him, and emulated him as much as possible. The entire university hero worshipped the young man. None of that helped with his studies however and a lot of that probably had to do with college girls. He could hardly walk across campus with tripping and landing in pussy.
“Pencils down boys,” I called out as the clock struck five. “I sincerely hope you all did well today,” I continued. “Only four weeks to your finals and you all know what happens if you don’t do well. Jay?” He was the only one I ever called on as I felt he was the one I had to break through to in order to make any progress knowing they would all follow his lead.
“Yeah we know Ms. Read,” he said. I often found myself imagining the young man stripped naked in his locker room with the other boys, toweling off with those huge arms. What it must feel like to be held by someone so strong. I had spent many recent nights lost in such thoughts.
“Do you?” I asked. “I’m not so sure.” I loved giving them a talk down; I almost wanted to punish him with my ruler. “See you all next Friday then.”
As I sat back down behind my desk I noticed Jay lingering behind as the rest of his team filed out of the room. Once it was just the two of us remaining he approached. “What is it Mr. Davis?”
“I know my guys aren’t really putting in the effort,” he started. “It was the same when I first started on the team. They just need incentives you know?”
“Well I thought being able to continue on the team would be all the incentive they would need?” Truthfully I knew how the school operated. If even one of them fell below the required GPA some error would be corrected allowing them all somehow just slip by. They would prefer them all passing on their own, less risk for the team and faculty that way.
As if confirming her inner voice he replied, “Yeah I don’t really think they’re worried about not being able to play.”
“So what do you have in mind then?” I asked. Several thoughts crossed my mind which resulted in my blushing.
“Just give em’ something they want. Each time they succeed reward them. It works,” he said. “Incentivizing hard work is always the way to go.”
“And what does your team want Mr. Davis?” I asked. I knew one thing.
“You Ms. Read,” he said as if again confirming her thoughts.
“Me? Are you serious?” What made him so bold?
“Nothing like that Ms. Read,” he replied. “Just you know, if they do well reward them by showing a little skin. Tease em’, it’s all it takes.”
With that he had left and I sat alone in the classroom for another hour. Would that even work? Of course it would work and it could also cost me my job if I wasn’t careful. I had a high paying job at a prominent college university, could I risk that so twelve football players got a little bump in their GPA?
Would I even be doing it for them? Just thinking of the possibilities had my body temperature rising.
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As expected not one of them had passed the quiz I had given last Friday. It seemed that Jay’s recommendation would be required if I were to make any progress. I had spent the week imagining how I could broach the situation. Subtle would be fun, but not very effective. They had to know up front what was at stake or they would do nothing. I knew how I had to act on this; the only question was rather or not I could bring myself to go through with it.
Once they had all taken their seats I dispensed with the quiz results as well as my discontent. “How you could all fail this I have no idea,” I said. “I’m starting to think I’m just not a very good teacher.”
“It’s hardly that Ms. Read,” Jay said. “We’ve just got a lot on our minds with the season and all.” They definitely had something else on their mind.