Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
After our seventh period class, we went to Sarah’s wing to wait near her locker. Our group was to meet there and then go to the club room that Sarah had arranged. Kids began wandering into the wing and hanging out, waiting. Then Sarah came rushing in.
“Guys, we’ve got a room in A wing, 130, for the meeting. Can someone wait here to let latecomers know where to go?” A guy volunteered, and we left, following Sarah.
Room 130 was a regular classroom. We pulled the desks into a circle and got comfortable—as comfortable as you can in a school desk, anyway. Everyone began looking around to see who was going to start off. So I did.
“Hey, guys. Thanks for showing up. I’m Kevin Coris, I’m new here; some of you might have heard my name.”
Much laughter.
“Yeah, buddy, anyone who’s not deaf has heard it!” someone joked.
“Yeah, well, it seems like I’ve gotten some advance publicity.” Snickers. “So here I am, and I’m pleased to meet all of you. The Programers-in-waiting, like Sarah’s called us, decided to try to do something about the way the Program will run this year. Let’s start by introducing the people who got picked first.”
The kids in the Program group said their names and grades.
“Ok, are there any last year Program survivors here?”
Eight were here of the total of eleven from the spring Program group.
“Thanks. You guys will be a great help as our consultants. Sarah, who did you find to join the working group? I think everyone knows in general what we’re gonna try to do, right?”
Nods around the circle. Sarah named a few people and I asked them what kinds of contributions they could make and for suggestions for external publicity for the information clearing-house website and for the guardian corps.
“Oh, Sarah, I’ll need some help with taking notes so we don’t forget important items. Could you be our scribe for the meeting? Good. Thanks.”
We went around the circle with people listing their skills.
One girl offered, “I can do blogging, but you know that the national Program office has already shut down a few sites like you’re suggesting?”
I asked, “What about that anti-NiS site?”
“Oh that’s on ‘Facepage’ and they’ve tried to block it but the page operator keeps shifting it around. To do what you want, we can’t keep a site up long enough.”
“What about if we get an overseas server? Then the feds can’t get to it, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, possibly, but we don’t have any overseas contacts, and if the hosting country buckles to the U.S., they can shut it down too.”
“I can help there—I know people overseas who can help. They’re twelve hours ahead of us but I’ll email them and I’ll know something tomorrow. Let’s assume we can get the blog up. Is there someone who can run it and keep it from attacks?” I asked.
A few kids offered to do that.
“Now, how do we advertise that it’s up?”
Some discussion revealed that we could spread the word through the social networking websites and by texting. Someone said that posting videos on video-sharing sites would work too, they could probably stay up for a week or so until the feds got them pulled but that would be long enough. People volunteered to do that too. There was a lot of concern that the feds could trace the sources of all those postings, and I told them that we could set up posts using proxy servers so that original sources would be hidden. Others volunteered to take readers’ submissions and write the blog news posts, and we could set up a “first-person” section to post people’s stories.
Next we turned to the Program beginning next week. I suggested that the last year’s survivors explain the problems that they encountered so that we could formulate a request for getting those problems fixed.
Marsha was the first student to speak. “I was a junior and got picked in the first round. My biggest problem was the groping” —nods all around— “I got poked and prodded all week and my body was sore and bruised from all the abuse. Kids would jam their fingers into my snatch and even my butt without asking. I don’t know where they had their fingers before, I was so lucky not to get an infection. I even got pushed down once and was almost raped, but someone pulled him off. No one would say who it was, though.”
Bill spoke. “Yeah, guys got hit on too. I was a freshman. I was in the second week. My cock and balls ached from being grabbed, and being forced to take relief was the pits.”
“You were forced?” I exclaimed. “It says teachers may not force it.”
“Not if a teacher wants you to ‘demonstrate,’” he said. “For relief I was forced to masturbate as a demonstration even though I had recently cum and couldn’t get it up again so soon. He had a few people try and all I got were friction burns.”
There were further examples given, most of which were blatant violations of the Program guidelines.
“Didn’t anyone complain that these were violations?”
“Yeah, a lot at first.” Another girl called out. “We were referred to Mr Abover and he usually gave an additional day penalty as punishment for the complaint, so complaints stopped after the first two days. When we asked the teachers, they said that Mr Abover gave them lists of permitted things teachers could do, like the teacher selecting the person to give the student relief. If someone asked for relief, the teacher could pick someone and if the Program person objected to the choice he or she couldn’t back out.”
“That’s another violation. That was on Abover’s list too?” I was incredulous.
“Apparently. Those are some of the reasons most kids are terrified of the Program.”
“Are the other experiences you guys had along the same lines? Yes? Ok, I think we’ve heard enough. It looks like our Programers-in-waiting guys are gonna be sick after hearing that. Now, let me tell you what Fletcher and I discussed at our Monday meeting—the one that all the rumors have been circulating about. First, I’m not a savior or a hero, which some have made me out to be. It’s just that I’ve learned how to be very persuasive.”
Lots of chuckles from those in the know.
“So you heard Fletcher’s announcement Monday, there’ll be some changes and the changes will be in these areas, depending on school board approval: first day, no touching; second day, no touching below waist; after that, limited and face-to-face touching and no ambushes allowed. Teachers must monitor the class hall passings. Program students get whistles for alerts. A group of student guardians to stick with Program kids while not in classes to protect them from harm. I think that the Program student and his guardian should have the right to determine what is Reasonable; this is specifically permitted in the Program book. I suggested that guardians should be selected from Program graduate volunteers; would you all agree to that?”
Everyone nodded.
“Good. The guardians would wear something that shows their Program role that everyone can see. And they’d have whistles too, to call for help if they need it. How does this sound so far?”
I got a number of cheers and applause.
“Now, when I spoke to Fletcher, I obviously didn’t know about Abover’s private ‘to-do’ list so I’m certainly going to mention that to Fletcher; I don’t think he knows about that either; I think that list was something between Abover and some perverted teachers, so please give me a list of the teachers you think were using a list like that, ok? No one will ever know you told me and since I’m new here, I can act really dumb about the matter. I’m pretty good at acting dumb, you know.” Much laughter.
“Finally, I did speak to Fletcher about using the Program for punishment. Several times. The jury’s still out on that issue, but I’ve had personal experience that Program punishments are being imposed for non-Program infractions or even alleged infractions. Anyone else see that happen or have that experience?” A number of hands rose. “Ok, that’s a large enough number to show that this is a problem too and we’ll need to push for relief—oh, bad word, sorry.” Chuckles.
“I can’t think of anything else. Can you? Let’s all exchange contact info and what you’ve volunteered to do. Let’s see, each of us take a sheet of paper and put your name, contact info, and volunteer info on it and give that to Sarah. Then we’ll transcribe it and send out a blast to everyone so you can add the numbers to your contact list. That should be easiest. What I’ll do next fits into three areas: getting the website hosting arranged, letting Fletcher know the details about the items we discussed Monday, and the Abover-teacher problem. Sarah, would you mind emailing me your notes? Thanks. If anyone thinks of something this evening and needs to contact me, I’ll write my number on the board. Thank you all for coming; I think we made good progress.”
There was a round of clapping hands and a lot of smiling faces. As the crowd dispersed, Sarah, Andrew, and Denise gathered around me.
“Wow, Kevin, you’re blowin’ my mind,” Andrew said. “How d’you do it? I couldn’t do a tenth of what you just did, like you’ve been runnin’ meetings all your life.”
“Just a knack, I guess. I’ve seen an awful lot of meetings, embassies, remember? You want to talk about boring meetings? Work for the State Department.”
“Yeah, Kevin, that was so cool—you covered everything; it sounds so hopeful and I’m starting to feel that the Program next week might even be fun! Thanks for the boost. I’ll get your email out as soon as I get home,” Sarah said.
They both left and Denise turned to me. “You never cease to amaze me, studly person. Is there anything you can’t do?” she grinned.
“Well, I can’t give birth to a baby, but I’m working on that problem and may get it licked eventually,” I joked.
She doubled over, laughing. “God, you’re too much, Kevin. Can I ask a favor? Could I get a ride home? I think I missed the late bus.”
“Oh sure, say, you’re actually on my way home, so if you want, I could pick you up in the mornings too, if that isn’t being too forward.”
“Oh Kevin. You’re not forward, you’re sweet. That would be really very nice; thanks so much.”
We began walking to my car.
“Oh, Kevin, I’m so burning with curiosity about this morning! The rumor mill has you doing all kinds of fantastic things to knock Abover down, like levitating him across the hall or being in two places at once. You made that ‘Man from Mars’ comment and some people are taking you seriously,” she giggled.
We reached the car and got in.
“Actually what I described is really very close to what happened. I only left out one tiny detail but you need to forget I told you this, ok?”
She grinned, “Sure.”
“Ok. Everything I said about his yelling at me happened. I was standing next to his doorway because he wanted me to close it and I was refusing; no way was I gonna be alone in the same room with him with the door closed. Then he told me that he was sentencing me to the Program for four weeks and to strip. I declined and he flew into a rage and charged at me. The detail I didn’t say, and people didn’t see, was when I ran out of the room, a chair next to where I was standing fell over into his path and he tripped on it.”
“Oh. And you have no idea at all about how that chair could have fallen over, right?” she asked sweetly.
“Um, let’s just say you’re getting to know me too well, ok?”
“You’re so, so smooth, you know? I just hope I never get on your bad side; I’d hate to have you mad at me, Kevin,” she said, only half jokingly.
“I don’t have a mad bone in my body, you know. I take them all out every night to jolly them up to keep them happy,” I chuckled.
“You’re awful, you know,” she said, giggling. “But I’ll keep you around anyway.”
We arrived at her house and I watched her go in. Then I drove away, making a brief stop at a big box electronics place to pick up a digital voice recorder and I added a very small video recorder to my selection, just in case. I wondered when my life would return to some semblance of normality.
After I got home, I shot an email to Dan Hollander, telling him about the website and hosting server problem. Then I had dinner and when I got back to my room, Sarah’s email had come in, so I organized her notes into action lists, article topics, and suggested Program rules clarifications. I made some printouts and then worked on my assignments. Finally, I sent an email to Bob, giving him my promised summary of the Program website planning meeting. It had been another draining day, so I sacked out as soon as I finished my work.
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