The teacher got upset with the boy, and then called me “promiscuous.”

During my first year of high school, I had wood shop class with my best friend’s boyfriend. We sat next to each other and got along well. He was a nice guy but I got the feeling he liked me and it seemed like he was flirting with me. One day I was cutting something on the big hand saw and he came up behind me and tickled me. I flinched and screamed; luckily I didn’t get cut. I remember the teacher (a sixty year old man) got upset with the boy, and then called me “promiscuous.”