In 1992, I started into university in the Faculty of Education - was gonna teach that there English, I was. That's where I met Mr. FCS* (first class, first day, even). In our class, there were about 6 other men. One of them was the most annoying person on the planet: Brad Hanaback. We called him Hanaback. Never Brad. Never Bradley. Hanaback was a hanger-on. He really glommed on to Mr. FCS. To the point where Mr. FCS would try to ditch him by getting out of class and taking an odd way to the next class. We'd hide from him during breaks because he would just attach himself to us and then dominate the conversation with annoying Hanaback things.
He was so annoying that when we were doing practice lessons, I did a lesson on self-defense simply so that I could toss his ass to the floor and humiliate him. Succeeded too. He acted as though he were smarter than everyone - especially me, with whom he seemed to be competing (We thought he had a thing for Mr. FCS). I remember how utterly infuriated he was when he brought a fibonacci puzzle game to teach, set it down in front of me and I figured it out in mere seconds. He was LIVID.
Now, I dropped out of Education after year two and switched over to Linguistics (STUPID. I'd have a job now. Mind you, I'd hate it...) Mr. FCS stayed in and got his degree, but that meant two more years of Hanaback because they were both majoring and minoring in the same fields. They had almost all the same classes. Mr. FCS is a NICE guy. I mean, he'd never be actively an asshole to anyone, but Hanaback drove him to the brink a few times. He'd come home from classes and just rant and rave about him for hours. It got to the point where I had to institute a 20 minute limit after which there was to be no more Hanaback talk.
After Mr. FCS graduated, he mercifully lost track of the guy. But yesterday something made both of us think of him, and we thought we'd Google him and find out what he was up to. Well, he's been up to no damn good. "Travelling with the intent of having sex with a minor". EW. And as an aside, you can't have sex with a minor - you can only rape one. That's kinda what that whole age of consent thing is about.
I'm sickened. I feel bad that we treated him so poorly, because I have this stupid delusion that maybe if he'd had an adult friend he could relate to that maybe he wouldn't have become attracted to children that way. I feel bad because I wonder if he was an abuse victim too, and maybe could have just used a bit of compassion. On the other hand, I remember all the times we put up with him and how hard we tried to be decent to him (before we started ditching him, that is). And I also remember that this man paid to rape a child - and I don't feel so bad. And it just makes me sick. Sick. I had to bathe hard last night.