My Teacher Was A Psychopath

When I was in the 7th grade, I had a homeroom/math teacher named Miss Bineau. Miss Bineau was my teacher for 2 years, from 7th to 8th grade. My first year having her as a teacher was fine for the most part except for one disturbing incident. <br><br>One day while we were witnessing some typical middle school drama, Miss Bineau stood up from her desk, and with a blank emotionless stare said, “I wish all of you would die, shut the fuck up.” That moment sent chills down my spine. There was something strange and unsettling about her. I brushed it off as her having a bad day.<br><br>Fast forward to 8th grade where she was still my homeroom/math teacher. I never forgot that incident, but I figured she wasn’t all that bad. As time went on, I noticed that Miss Bineau started getting closer and closer to me. She was always paying extra attention to me, and she would always let me get away with everything while scolding my classmates for the smallest things. She would give me extra credit, let me eat lunch in class, give me extra time to finish my work, while the rest of my classmates were not allowed to do any of that. <br><br>One day she approached me after class and asked me if I would come to the science room with her after school to help her grade papers. I agreed. I met her in the science room after school as promised. As soon as I walked in, I noticed she was alone and there were no papers to be graded. She had a creepy grin on her face and asked me to take a seat on desk in the front. She started talking about random things, the weekend, school etc. She would glance at me with that creepy grin every few seconds. I was extremely uncomfortable. She then handed me a folded up piece of paper with her phone number on it and told me if I ever needed help with my math work to give her a call. It was then that I realized how hypersexualized she was acting towards me. There was something so creepy and bizarre about her demeanor and attitude. <br><br>I took that as my cue to leave. She asked me if I could give her a hug goodbye, I politely told her no. She asked again and I said no. She then approached me and hugged me anyways. I pushed her off of me, picked up my book bag, and left. <br><br>The next day, Miss Bineau approached me in front of my classmates and quietly whispered in my ear, “You’re a bad boy for not giving me a hug.” I reported this incident to the principal who did nothing but tell me to stop spreading rumors about Miss Bineau. The following week was my last week having her as a teacher before graduating from middle school and moving on to high school. <br><br>During class one day she asked me to come to her desk to receive extra credit for finishing her worksheet. As soon as I approached her desk, she told me she wasn’t wearing any underwear and lifted up her long flowy skirt to prove it. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I asked her if she could excuse me to use the bathroom. She said yes. I walked to the bathroom and never came back. I couldn’t believe the principal didn’t take my complaint seriously. I felt like no one would believe me about what was happening. <br><br>The next day I received a note in class from Miss Bineau asking me to meet her in the science room at lunch. I showed the note to my friends who were all in disbelief. I had no intention of meeting her in the science room. I crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash. <br><br>At the end of the school year, we received our time capsules that contained letters that we wrote to ourselves in 6th grade. Inside my letter from 6th grade was also the crumbled up note I threw in the trash from Miss Bineau, she had somehow retrieved it from the trash and placed it inside my time capsule. I was so creeped out. <br><br>This was my last day having Miss Bineau as a teacher. The summer of my freshman year in high school, I received a call from an unknown number. It was Miss Bineau. She told me she was looking for a job at the highschool I was attending and wanted to know if that would be okay with me. I told her that I didn’t care, it was fine. She asked me if I wanted to hang out over the summer and I told her no. That was the last time I ever spoke to Miss Bineau. I never saw her again and she did not end up getting a job at my highschool. <br><br>IBLOCKED her teacher email address after receiving many emails inviting me to hang out and asking me to send nudes. I never told any authority about what happened until I was much older. I always felt in the back of my mind that Miss Bineau was not a normal or mentally stable person. I’m glad to have gotten away from her but I can’t help but think about if she is still a teacher and if she has done this to another student.