About that time I wrote a poem about seducing my high school English teacher

Much can be said about the kind of student I was in high school. I assume that’s typical of all of us – and it really depends on who you ask.

I went away to college (to UConn, go Huskies, #BleedBlue) and rarely came home at all for four years. I lost touch with a lot of the kids I went to high school with, as much of us do. I rekindled some of those friendships after graduating from UConn and many of those friendships are ones I will cherish my entire life.

But, I have to be honest. Some of the stories about me and my group of friends from high school I hear about shock me today.

Did I really get kicked out of history class before even sitting down? Did we really have an Italian dressing chugging contest during midterms? Did I really slap someone in the face with a slice of pizza during lunch?

Yes, on all accounts. And those are some of the more mild stories.

Did I really write a poem about seducing my high school English teacher? Did I really hand that poem in for a grade? To that same high school English teacher?

Yes. I did.

Even I can’t begin to understand what was going through my sixteen or seventeen-year-old mind at the time. But, it’s true.

Below is a list of 30 “life goals” I set out for myself,  typed up (likely in the class period before English class) and then handed in.



As you can see, I had some pretty ambitious (albeit entirely inappropriate) life goals in my teenage years.

And, as if having seducing her as my number one goal wasn’t enough, I later wrote and handed in a poem attempting to do just such:







Did I just write six lines of poetry about my English teacher’s body? Did I just dream about laying on a beach in Mexico with my high school English teacher? Did I just equate my high school English teacher to a prostitute in the last line of a graded assignment?

Yes. Yes on all accounts.

My English teacher, Ms. Isabel Nunes, and I have stayed in touch since high school – through college and into my adult life. She was, all things considered, one of the biggest influences in my educational career. She, for whatever reason even after reading the above assignments I handed in, encouraged me to write and helped me immensely over the years.

She sent me these pictures this week via text message with just one question: “How did I not write you up for this?”

I really don’t know why. I know she wrote me up for several other things in my years at Wilby High School, but not for this.

In her own words, on Facebook:

Alex, I knew you to be a kind, generous and silly kid and I knew all was a joke (and I am sure some of it to see how I would react). I never took anything literally. That’s why we’ve remained friendly all these years.

Thank you, Ms. Nunes, for encouraging me and helping me get on the right path in life and onto the most fun and rewarding career I could have ever dreamed of. I can’t speak to my high school self, but looking back at it now, you didn’t have to be as nice as you were.

So, how about that trip to Cancun?


One comment

  1. Ah, Mrs. Doyle … seventh-grade science (I was advanced for my age).

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