I was lucky. I recorded the incident and managed to come away unscathed (physically). I took the sexual assault on me by a high profile sports ‘god�...� and made it my personal mission to change the thinking in my school about the reasoning behind Male Athlete Privilege.It started with enlisting my mother’s help. We went through the school’s rules and regulations, and those of the school district as well. We worked to determine where changes should be made and how best to make them. I wasn’t. The girls immediatelyaccepted his new role, but the boys were a bit hesitant to partner himat first. The teacher picked up on this right away and announced'Samantha is a girl now, please treat her as one.' I couldn't behappier with how my suggestion was working out."I noticed that because Sam wearing pants the others sometimes gotconfused about who was the lady in a formation. I rummaged around inthe school's costume closet, found a suitable skirt, and at the nextbreak asked him to put it. I slipped on my pink robe and said I needed a beer."I will see how many second hitters will want some after number 5 comes in here."I walked out into the next room and saw our first five guys but now we had 4 more in the room. One of the first five said that they wanted to know if there was room for them. I looked over at them. One guy was black, another was Mexican and 2 older white guys. I guess Matt will have a UN tasting pussy tonight."Sure, guess so... tell them the rules."The guys. Everyone shuddered as it made its way to the desk theyhad provided for it. On good days, all but the most sensitive kids coulddeal with it now. They had figured out the dead kid wasn't interested in eating theirbrains or anything like the zombies in the movies, and so they carried onlike everything was normal. But not on bad days, and today was the worstyet.On bad days, it was a walking reminder that all things rot, which mightbe a good lesson in theory, but difficult for a bunch of kids to.