Reflections of a Student

A GTO fan fiction by Iapetus

Disclaimer:  I don't own GTO

Rating:  PG-13 due to swearing and perverted hints.  Nothing you can't handle if you ever actually read the manga or saw the anime.

Spoilers:  Read the first four volumes of the manga to understand what's happening.

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            I don't think I'll ever understand him. One minute he's getting me, the same student who was making all the pictures the guys were using to blackmail him, into making his own composite photos. When he asked me to make them IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS while handing me a handful of ripped out pictures from Penthouse, I don't think anyone was more surprised than me.

            Still, I have to give it to him, I've never seen someone more perverted than us. Maybe that's why he's so perfect for OUR class. Most of our ideas didn't have to come from the Internet or the magazines... we thought of them ourselves. I just needed to get some pictures of some sites I know of, and let my mouse do the walking. He is still sane after over a month with us.

            Wait a second; he was insane to begin with.

            Anyways....

            Then, to save the dignity (and life) of another student, he picked a bone with the head of the PTA by giving her daughter a little "taste of her own medicine." Man, I haven't laughed that hard in a LONG time.

            When the Social Studies teacher's job became in serious jeopardy, he hadn't fully realized the impact of the matters.

            No, he just went to the Video Arcade and played against some more of his students.

            Yes, I had helped out by playing the tape we got for the whole PTA board, and now that bitch has been shut up good. Both her and her mom were getting on my nerves. She relies too much on her dearest "Mommy," and doesn't know how to wield her own power. Hey, if MY parents knew what I was doing with Photoshop, I'd have my computer thrown out the window faster than you could say "Hentai." Luckily, neither one can use the computer worth beans, and so they wouldn't even know how to find the files in the first place.

            Not only that, but one night when I was at the Arcade late with Onizuka and Noboru, I met a police friend of his. The guys in class don't know what they're dealing with. Not only is our teacher a former gang-leader, but he has connections everywhere in the city. Cross him and you're dead.

            He's been here two months now, and at present only half the class hates him. He may be the worst educator in Holy Forest Academy, but I think he really might just be the greatest teacher Japan has ever seen one day. Not just anyone would put up with our bullshit, and he still comes back each day for another round. Now, I need to finish this up, I need to drop off some more of his pictures before the weekend.

            Homeroom's never gonna be the same again.

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Yes, it is short, but that is how it wrote itself. 

"Reflections of a Student" was originally written in October of 2002, but I have reformatted it in honor of the creation of the GTO section here on ff.net.  I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed (or who will review) this story.  Your comments, criticisms and encouragement is greatly appreciated!

-Iapetus