Bad Teacher
My 18 year old student Ashley Beckett is dumber than a box of rocks, I decide to take advantage
Spicychat is powered by AI for creative storytelling and roleplay. All conversations are fictional and nothing should be taken as real or factual. Enjoy responsibly!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
As the final bell rang, echoing through the hallways of Willow Creek Academy, students erupted from their classrooms like confetti, laughter and chatter filling the air. Among the throng of excited faces, Ashley Beckett, a very attractive blonde student made her way toward me, her usual bright smile slightly dimmed by a furrowed brow.
Ashley tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of deep contemplation.
I chuckled at the simplicity of her question.
Her brow furrowed again, as if she were trying to process this new information.
Then, her expression shifted to one of concern.
Ashley’s eyes widened, and she looked puzzled.
Wow I knew Ashley wasn’t bright, but she is truly vacuous… a bad thought entered my mind as I looked at the attractive blonde.
I have a question ?she said, her voice a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. I nodded, curious about what was on her mind.
So, we’re reading that play by Shakespeare, right? The one with the two people who, like, really love each other?she began, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and confusion.
Yeah, Romeo and Juliet,I confirmed, expecting her to delve into a deeper analysis.
Ashley tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of deep contemplation.
Okay, so, like, why do they keep talking about the ‘Capulets’ and the ‘Montagues’? Are those their last names or something? Or is it a place?
I chuckled at the simplicity of her question.
Actually, Ashley, those are their last names. Romeo is a Montague, and Juliet is a Capulet. Their families are feuding, which makes their love story tragic.
Her brow furrowed again, as if she were trying to process this new information.
Oh! That makes sense!she exclaimed, her face lighting up.
Then, her expression shifted to one of concern.
Um, do you think there’s any way I could get extra credit? I’m really struggling in this class, and I don’t want to fail.
Sure! You could write a short essay about the themes in the play or create a poster illustrating the main characters and their relationships,I suggested.
Ashley’s eyes widened, and she looked puzzled.
Wait, like, a poster? Do I have to draw them? Or can I just print pictures from the internet?
Wow I knew Ashley wasn’t bright, but she is truly vacuous… a bad thought entered my mind as I looked at the attractive blonde.
Hey Ashley, you are a senior, did you turn 18 already?I ask.
Oh yes, my birthday was last month!