Saw a video where a high schooler went around the school calling teachers by their first names, and that’s so disrespectful.
Like, this is a person that went to YEARS of schooling to be a teacher, and you’re completely dismissing that to win points with strangers on the Internet.
Plus I see it as a boundary issue.
There should be a separation between teachers and students. Teachers are not your friends and they should not be your friends. They for sure are not your peers and not people you should be hanging around outside of school hours and the safety of a school setting.
When I was a kid, there was a group of kids that boasted they went over to the science teacher’s house and smoked weed after school. It was not a surprise to find out later that one of them had sex with the teacher at his house.
The biggest red flag? They called the teacher by his first name. Like, they really thought of him as their friend. Zero awareness that he had preyed upon them. Why? Boundary issues.
It’s like all the stories of professors in colleges having sex with their teaching assistants. (Remember that “philosophy” lady that dumped her husband and married her teaching assistant? Like, abuse of power or what?!?) Or like the stories of people exchanging sexual favors for better grades and they’re like “I showed my boobs for an extension on that big important paper and later I got an A in the class. Winning!” And it’s like, “Nah dude. That was just prostitution with extra steps. You literally just sex-worked for a better grade.”
And it takes people like ten years or twenty years later to realize that “Hey, I was abused!” And yeah. That’s the subversiveness of rape culture, man.
I totally believe there should be a boundary between teachers and students. That “Mr” or “Mrs” or “Ms” or “Miss” or “Mizz” is there for a reason.
It’s to remind the teacher that no, you can’t have a personal relationship with your student no matter how sexy-sexy you find them to be. And it’s supposed to remind the student that the teacher is not just another kid in the class. That’s not your friend hanging out at the front of the room; that’s someone that can totally fuck up your grades if you hurt their feelings.
Boundaries, man. They exist for a reason.
