When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ, Douglas B.