When I was 14, I was witness to a sexual misconduct scandal. It didn’t involve me and as I sit to write this, I wonder if it’s even my story to tell. I’m also not really sure what I’m hoping to achieve by telling it, but I know that it keeps bothering me. I’d actually all but forgotten about it until I saw a post on Twitter about the Roy Moore bullshit. Some delightful person tweeted something along the lines of “people are forgetting that not all 14-year-old girls are innocent.” Somehow, this idiotic Twitter rando got me to think deeply about shades of gray in sexual misconduct cases. During my freshman year of high school, my chorus teacher got arrested for having a sexual relationship with a student. The girl was 16, also in chorus, and I didn’t know her, but I do remember she was chosen to sing in a trio with our teacher and one other student at one of our concerts. I remember noticing his hand on the small of her back while they sang. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyon