From our agony aunt’s mailbag:
Dear Alma,
I’m finishing second year at a midwestern university and things were going well until now. But there’s end-of-year stuff going on and it’s getting a bit weird.
My prof, who’s about 50, asked me to come for lessons at his house. Last week, I saw his wife, mid-30s and a geography teacher, snogging a girl in the stairwell of my block. She saw me. We made eye contact.
When I turned up for a lesson at my prof’s house, she opened the door, saying he was a few minutes late. She sat me down in the studio and brought me a cold drink. I thought her hand lingered on the back of mine a bit too long.
The prof came in huffing and puffing. He said something like, ‘good to see you two getting along so well.’
Weird, or what? Are they looking for a threesome? I’m really not interested. What do I do now?
Tell me, Alma.
Not Three
Dear Not Three,
Danger Danger Danger!
Oh dear.
Do not meet your teacher outside of their school office. Tell your school office that he asked for a lesson at his house and what transpired. They will put an immediate stop to it. He will not ask you for a lesson off-campus again, and if he does, immediately tell the office, and switch teachers. Don’t go to another lesson if anything else strange happens.
Write down what happened this week and tell a friend. Although nothing exactly illegal happened, it is clear to me they he is grooming you, or at least testing his power over you.
In college, I was excited to start lessons with my new teacher, a reputable professor who had a big name. When I arrived at his office, there were several “artistic” photos of young people, semi-nude. He tried to demoralize me, saying I didn’t work hard enough, and that we were going to have to have extra lessons, at his house. I didn’t know better. I was young and he was sure of himself. I had been having lessons in someone’s house my whole life, so I didn’t see that it was a strange request.
I showed up at his house, and when he opened the door he had two drinks in his hands, offering me one. I felt so grown-up, like I was a colleague, not a student. I started to slowly get really freaked out during the lesson, but just wanted to finish it and get out of there. He wanted me to stay and watch an “artsy” movie with him.
I quickly made an excuse to leave, went to the office the next day, saying I had terrible tendinitis and couldn’t have lessons for a couple of weeks. In that time, I secured a different teacher, but I still had to see that creep for group lessons for the next two years. He was disgusting.
Going to college is much more than learning to play your instrument. It is about learning to be strong, notice signs, deal with inappropriate behavior, and how to behave yourself in a professional manner. Real life is filled with difficult situations and people who will mistreat you. Learn your limits now, stand up for yourself, and act quickly, strongly, and professionally.
Not Three,
Good luck!
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