12:01 PM, June 7th, 2012
Because it was midday, I had gotten a bagel with cream cheese that I planned to eat after. While I was putting on my seatbelt—pretty much the only thing I knew how to do in a driver’s seat—I momentarily placed the tin foil-wrapped bagel between my knees. As the seatbelt clicked, Mr. Anonymous said, “I wish I were where that bagel is.” I looked at him. He was vile, with Strom Thurmond-style red hair Brylcreemed onto his head. I thought about how his reputation had preceded him. How everyone knew that he had been a math teacher but because he was such a lech, the school had demoted him to driver’s ed.
Our Kate Aurthur, a Horace Mann alumna, recounts her own story related to the NYTimes’ abuse report
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