C’est L’amour, No?
By Cleet
Thanks in part to the increase of national instant media coverage and the public’s interest in such things, teacher-student sex cases are everywhere. It’s become such a common occurrence that it is considered odd if you wake up one day and find that no educator was busted for taking a high school student to poundtown. The latest one got my attention however, for a couple reasons. Here are some of the highlights from a “preliminary exam” of the teacher, her trial has not even begun yet.
First, the accused teacher looks a lot like Shawnee Smith, the girl from the Saw movies. Here is the photo of Marcie L. Rousseau:
A high school man can do a lot worse no? One thing I also like about the picture is that it appears she is taking copious notes during the testimony, perhaps for later “personal” use.
The second item of interest in this story is that the student who had relations with Ms. Rousseau only decided to come forward when he thought she was banging other students.
Rousseau “was telling me it’s going to be OK, that she loved me, that they were all trying to trick me into believing she was with Barry Weldon, and everyone else,” the student, now 17, testified in a preliminary exam for Rousseau, charged with 21 sex crimes with the teenager.
Now this is where I lay some blame on the kid. You are banging your 33-year old teacher and you have delusions that she is not a slut? You know it’s wrong to be crapping where you learn, so don’t expect the whole proposition to be on the up and up dude.
So this kid, who’s father is saying this was “very traumatic experience” for his son, was practically in poontang heaven until he thought she was getting her chalkboard erasers clapped by Barry Weldon, an assistant principal. If anything this was a valuable lesson learned for young junior.
Now there are many that fall into the claim of how the child will be emotionally scarred for life. I have no fancy pants psychology degree but this kid had teenage sex with a hot teacher, not exactly grounds for ostracism. I’m not saying this kid is in the clear upstairs, but the situation should not be a crutch for him to blame any future failings on. Consider him to be on the level of Randall P. McMurphy, pre-lobotomy.
Another priceless lesson for the kid came in the caution about trusting women:
he didn’t use a condom during their encounters because Rousseau told him “that she hadn’t had sex with anyone else other than her husband, and she said she couldn’t have kids and she didn’t have any diseases or anything.”
Finally, my favorite part of the whole proceedings was this little nugget about one of their romantic encounters:
The student testified his teacher then drove him to a spot near a horse trailer along North Brennan Road, near Hemlock, where the pair had sex several times in both the front and back seats of the Malibu.
A young man and his teacher, in a Chevy Malibu, near a horse trailer in bumfuck Michigan. Now if that’s not love, I don’t know what is. You can read the entire story here.
