The I HATE Mr.DF Club

The I Hate Mr.DF Club Dear Mr.DF, I once was a student in your classes. I first met you when you were doing your student teaching in Ms. W’s elementary class. You were gentle, supportive, and kind. When you departed we all sang, “Arrivederci Roma“. We were thrilled to give you a good send-off because we loved you so. The next year I went to middle school, I was thrilled to find you had landed a job there and was so happy to now have you as my social studies teacher. I ran home and told my mother with excitement. But, soon afterward, in your first year as a teacher, your character turned sour. You often crossed boundaries with the young boys in our class, by leading them into wisecracks about women, often of a sexual nature. In fact, one day when a boy brought you an X-rated magazine, you sat at your desk and looked at it, slowly, turning the pages, and giggled with the rest of them that surrounded you. Us girls were in awe. We were disgusted, humiliated, and uncomfortable. I went home and told my mother you were a fake as a student teacher, formally all nice-to get your degree, but now the real you came out once you had your own classroom, and wasn’t watched by another adult. Ironically, the girls in multiple sections of your 7th-grade social studies classes began to compare notes and found that your behavior was VERY consistent. We then decided to start the, “I Hate Mr.DF Club”. Yes, we indeed did so to share the episodes that occurred each week in class, often by your own initiation, or lack of stopping the boys from being R/X rated. Most times you added to these conversations, right in front of us, as you did not hide this side of your character. We were on to you and remembered and told each other the disgusting things you said and how you cajoled with the boys, at our expense. We had to pause and watch this, almost every day. I remember my 7th-grade sisters, and how we as 12-year-olds were violated by you, too, too, often. So often, it is easy for me to remember, despite it being long years ago. When the “Me Too” movement started, I began to review if there were times I was silent and if I was violated in any form. I was. By you. Your inappropriate behavior, verbal joking, came back with the same disappointment and sadness I felt back then. Also, anger that you were supposed to provide a safe environment for me and my sisters, but instead you created a highly, chronic uncomfortable class that we females dreaded. I did imagine that you continued your behavior after I left middle school, due to your liking to be piggish, almost every day. While others were unable to see past your anal, pulled together self….the perfect hair in place, the professional watch, the pressed clothes, the serious teacher who walked the halls, the members of the, “I Hate Mr.DF Club” knew the truth behind your façade. Maybe you don’t remember being that way, but anyone who really knows you has seen this side. I’m sure Mr. DL, Mr. Ca, Mr. Na, Mr. Ba, and Mr. Ch, your colleagues saw it, and perhaps they too engaged with you in this way privately but they NEVER did anything like what you did to us. I felt safe in their classes. You on the other hand had to gratify yourself, at our expense. When I saw you went up in the ranks in the educational system, I shook my head and realized no one had ever reported you. No one is saying to be perfect, just ethical amongst minors. Even boys, whom you were a heavy influence on, especially shaping the way they think and can act in front of women. Don’t you think their behavior continued beyond your classroom? Is this the legacy as a teacher you wanted to create? Have you ever had a daughter, granddaughter, niece at age 12? What would you think if she was in a class with constant sexual innuendos? - where we all had to pause as you and the boys had a laugh. You can say that was the culture back then, yes it was. But, how come so many other men, especially the other male teachers, never acted like you in front of us? I’m not looking for anything, such as an apology, because if you do remember and have the insight to recognize your violations, you will apologize to your own self, your character for being so lame. I just feel sorry for you and your wife, and family, who may have been duped into thinking all along you were such a great teacher and human being. And now you know, our club existed, to heal and support one another through the 7th grade. What a concept for a bunch of 12-year-olds to actually know they were violated, too delicate to report what would have landed on ‘deaf ears’ to the male principal, smart enough to know right from wrong, and liberated enough to discern we could collectively validate our experiences. -Former Member of The I Hate Mr.DF Club *All names have been changed