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Safe to say, that with the global pandemic that’s going on currently, Ted had to make some changes to his classroom.
Ted, known to his AP Physics students as Mr. Kord, had started to get adjusted to online learning. He had a set space that was always clean so that he could teach through video and had all of his lessons preloaded so he could share his screen.
Ted’s wonderful, amazing, goofball of a husband, Booster, however, hadn’t quite gotten used to having a camera in the house.
So, that was how Ted and Booster landed here.
Ted was teaching his class, going over a review of information that would be needed throughout the year, when Booster walked in.
Ted didn’t notice it at first, too busy reading questions in chat, trying to help his students grasp the idea when he saw the first comment.
“Who is that?”
At first, Ted thought that it was his students trying to play a trick on him.
That was before he heard the telltale groan that Booster makes when he stretches after having just woken up.
Ted’s eyes widen and he turns to Booster.
When Booster meets Ted’s eyes, he smiles. Ted tries not to smile back but fails. Luckily his head was facing away from the camera.
“Good morning babe, what’s for lunch?” Booster asks, pulling his arm above his head in a stretch, probably trying to fix the many knots he had after whatever odd sleeping position he’d switched to once Ted got up.
Ted kind of nods with his head to the side, trying to discreetly signal to Booster that Ted was teaching a class and that he needed to get out of frame like right now.
Booster looks to the side, where Ted was ‘pointing’ to, but he still didn’t leave.
“Babe, what does the wall have to do with lunch? I’m starving, but I wanna know what you’re in the mood for.”
Ted makes shoeing motions with his hand, but Booster just looks at them, confused, and continues on. “I could-”
“Michael,” Ted says, trying to keep his voice even.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’m teaching a class right now. Can you please get out of frame and leave me alone till my lunch break?”
“Shit- I mean… shoot? Sorry, yeah, no, sorry babe,” Booster looks at Ted’s computer, seeing the conference up, and waves.
Ted had already turned back around and was glaring at Booster through the video feedback in the conference.
“Have a great day kiddos. Go be lovely children. Be, or stay, smart, turn in your homework, don’t do drugs. Okay, you can do a little bit of drugs. An-”
“Booster!” Ted flipped his head around. “Leave. We’ll talk about this later.”
“Geez, okay, okay, going,” and with one final wave to the kids online, he was gone.
Tim let out a long sigh before finally looking, raising his head to look at the screen.
Ted almost visually cringed at the sight of the chat box full of questions from his nosy 4th period.
“Who was that Mr. Kord?!”
“You did a good job, Mr. Kord, he’s a catch ;)”
“Was that your boyfriend?”
“No, wait, guys. He’s married! He said it at the beginning of the year.”
“OMG! Mr. Kord, was that your HUSBAND!1!!1??”
Ted quickly made a move to disable the chat, which was clearly a mistake considering the 4 students most dedicated to what was going on turned on their mics and started talking over each other.
Ted closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and muted everyone’s microphone.
Ted looked at the camera and thought about how to go on from here.
He had no problem with the class knowing about Booster. He just really wanted to get through this class period without absolute chaos.
He realized he had two options. His students weren’t going to drop this unless he did something. He could either a) threaten them with a referral or a grade drop, or b) indulge them a little bit until they leave the topic alone.
While choice ‘a’ seemed really appealing, he didn’t want to be that kind of teacher. It had been his mistake, or more so, his husband’s, so he would just have to go along with it.
“Okay guys, I’m going to open the chat, your mics are staying off, and anyone who wants to ask a polite, *school appropriate* question, can do so then. Anything inappropriate, and we will have problems. I’m not obliged to answer anything I don’t want to, remember that. Also, don’t forget to submit today’s classwork assignment by 11:59 pm tonight.”
Ted let out a calm breath and unlocked the chat. As the questions came through, slower this time, he felt a little more at ease.
He could tell that his students were being a little more cautious with their questions.
“Okay, with the last 7 minutes of class, I’ll start answering. Yes, that was my husband. If you care to know, which apparently you guys do, his name is Micheal. Yes, he has a job, he works at a recreational center as a football coach, and is going to is working towards being the football coach at this school next year, assuming we're back face-to-face. He also has a job lined up as a history teacher here. ”
Ted looked at the time displayed on the bottom right corner of his screen. Just 4 more minutes to go, and he could get away with ending class right on the dot.
Ted looked back at the chat. “No, I will not tell you how old he is, no, he doesn’t bleach his hair, which is an odd question Jess, and lastly, no, I’m not going to bring him in here to say hi, he technically already did, but I will tell him that my 4th period appreciated his presence very much. After yelling at him for distracting my students.”
Ted looks at the clock one more time. 2 minutes.
“Well, looks like class is almost over so everyone please say bye in the chat and have a good rest of your day.”
Ted waits another 30 seconds for the responses to slow down and for the students to leave before closing the conference and shutting his computer, almost a little too hard.
The second he does that, he leans back in his chair and sigh/groans. Booster is immediately at his side, offering him a water and food. Apparently, Booster was still well into his wrap and salad phase because on the plate that was currently being presented to Ted was a turkey wrap with a small side caesar salad.
"So that was fun. Sorry again about the interruption, but I made you lunch so I hope that makes up for it,” Booster says, placing the plate in front of Ted, next to his computer.
“Yeah, I guess it’s fine now. Thanks for lunch,” Ted says, leaning forward to take a bite. “My 4th period says hi, they’re basically obsessed with you now. Congratulations, you have a fan club of a bunch of AP seniors.”
Booster pulls a chair from the table, sitting right next to Ted, leaning his head on Ted’s shoulder as he ate.
“I’ve only ever needed one person in my fan club,” he says, leaning over to kiss Ted on the cheek. “You.”