Michigan prep school teacher's chilling four words after she filmed xxx with teenage student she was tutoring
Jocelyn Sanroman, 27, was working at Oakside Prep Academy when she had sex with a 16-year-old student and filmed it before telling another teacher about their relationship
A Michigan teacher admitted it was 'not my best thinking' after pleading guilty to having sex with a student she was tutoring and filming the sexual encounters.
Jocelyn Sanroman was sentenced to four to 15 years in prison in Oakland County Circuit Court on Tuesday after pleading guilty to third-degree criminal sexual conduct. The 27-year-old teacher was arrested in June 2025 on charges related to a sexual relationship she had with a 16-year-old student in 2023.
Sanroman had been working as a teacher as Oakside Prep Academy in Waterford Township when she had sex with one of the students she was tutoring. The teacher recorded the sexual encounters with the teen at his home, according to the judge presiding over the case.
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An investigation into Sanroman was launched after she confessed about the relationship with the student to another teacher, who then contacted police. When asked by the judge what she was thinking, Sanroman responded: "Not my best thinking."
"This is serious risk-taking behavior, taking advantage of a minor and videotaping," the judge told her. "You're having sex with a minor at his home, right? And it's just disgusting."
Sanroman worked at Oakside Prep Academy in Waterford Township(Image: Google Maps)
An attorney for Sanroman claimed that she has unaddressed mental health issues, FOX 2 reports. "She made a tremendous error of judgment here. A lot of it has to do with her own mental health issues," the defense attorney said.
"She's going to have to undertake that on her own. She understands that, and she's working forward and trying to do her best to become a better person," they added.
During sentencing, the prosecutor read a victim impact statement written by the boy's mother. She said the lives or her son and family have been changed forever because of Sanroman.
"I watched my son's name be publicly judged and criticized for circumstances involving a minor and an adult," the letter read. "I have watched my son change. He has become withdrawn and avoids people because of the fear and attention the situation has created. I had pulled him out of school to place him into online schooling.
"His normal life, his education, his routine and his sense of security was taken," she continued. "This has left me with constant fear and anxiety, not just for him, but for other children as well."
Sanroman is required to register as a sex offender for life. When Sanroman. Oakland County Prosecutor Karen McDonald said after Sanroman's arraignment last year that the teacher was "accused of using her position of authority to exploit a minor victim."
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"As a former teacher myself, I applaud the teacher who contacted police about this situation, protecting other students from further exploitation," McDonald said. "School is supposed to be some place where your kids feel safe," she added.
School officials from Oakside Prep Academy previously said they acted immediately after learning of the allegations against Sanroman as they emphasized that student safety is their top priority.
My Husband Chose His Mistress and a Luxury Yacht Over My Desperate Calls—Fourteen Days Later, Federal Agents Were Waiting at Our Front Door
My Husband Chose His Mistress and a Luxury Yacht Over My Desperate Calls—Fourteen Days Later, Federal Agents Were Waiting at Our Front Door
CHAPTER 1
My husband ignored fifty emergency calls from the ICU because he was too busy drinking champagne on a luxury yacht with his mistress.
Two weeks later, he came home expecting an angry wife.
Instead, he found an empty mansion, armed officers, and one document that destroyed the life he thought he still owned.
“His phone is switched off, Maya. You need to stop calling him,” the funeral director whispered gently.
But his words barely registered.
I stood beneath a black umbrella in the freezing rain at a small cemetery outside Chicago, my hands wrapped around the edge of a tiny white casket.
Inside was my seven-year-old daughter.
Lily.
My beautiful little girl.
And I was burying her alone.
No relatives stood beside me.
No friends held my hand.
And the one person who should have been there most wasn’t delayed by a flight.
He wasn’t trapped in some emergency business meeting.
He wasn’t sick.
My husband, David, was in the Bahamas.
On a luxury yacht.
With his twenty-five-year-old fitness instructor, Julianne.
While our daughter was fighting for her life in the ICU, David was drinking champagne beneath the Caribbean sun with another woman.
Lily had developed a sudden, aggressive case of meningitis.
Everything happened terrifyingly fast.
One moment, she was sick.
The next, doctors were rushing around her hospital bed while machines screamed beside me.
I called David once.
Then again.
Then again.
By the time Lily took her final breath, I had called him fifty times.
Fifty.
Every single call was rejected.
Then, finally, a message appeared on my screen.
Stop suffocating me with your anxiety, Maya. I’m on a digital detox trip for my mental health. Do not contact me for the next two weeks.
I stared at those words while my daughter’s body was still warm beneath my hand.
David thought I was being dramatic.
He thought I was nagging him.
He thought whatever I wanted could wait until his vacation was over.
He had no idea his only child had just died.
And standing there at Lily’s grave, watching wet dirt stain the toes of my black shoes, I made a decision.
I would not tell him.
Not by text.
Not by voicemail.
Not through anyone else.
David had demanded fourteen days of silence.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
Fourteen days later, the front door of our four-million-dollar estate swung open.
David walked inside looking like a man returning from paradise.
His skin was deeply tanned.
Expensive sunglasses rested on top of his head.
A bright linen shirt hung loosely over his shoulders.
And he was laughing.
Actually laughing.
Julianne walked in behind him carrying a designer shopping bag that David had almost certainly paid for.
“Maya, we’re back!” he shouted into the house.
His voice echoed strangely.
He didn’t notice.
Not yet.
“Look, I know you’re probably furious, but honestly, the detox was exactly what our marriage needed.”
He glanced back at Julianne and smiled.
“Julianne came along to help me work through our emotional distance, and we’ve decided—”
He stopped.
The smile vanished.
The house was empty.
Completely empty.
No sofas.
No dining table.
No artwork.
No rugs.
No family photographs.
Nothing.
Every room had been stripped bare.
His luggage slipped from his hand and hit the hardwood floor with a heavy thud.
But the empty mansion wasn’t what truly terrified him.
Three people were waiting in the middle of the living room.
Two armed state troopers stood near the windows.
Between them was a grim-faced man in a dark tailored suit holding a thick leather folder against his chest.
David’s golden tan seemed to disappear in seconds.
“Maya?”
His voice cracked.
“What the hell is going on?”
He looked around wildly.
“Who are these people?”
The man in the suit stepped forward.
His expression never changed.
“David Vance?”
David swallowed.
“Yes.”
The man opened the leather folder.
“Mr. Vance, you are hereby placed under emergency executive arrest.”
Julianne immediately pulled her hand away from David’s.
“What?” David whispered.
His eyes darted from the officers to the empty rooms.
Then back toward me.
“Maya, what did you do?”
I said nothing.
Not yet.
Because he still didn’t know why Lily’s bedroom had been emptied.
He still didn’t know what had happened while he was drinking champagne in the Bahamas.
And he had absolutely no idea what was inside the document the man in the suit was about to hand him.
David had spent fourteen days believing he had escaped his family.
Now he was standing inside the ruins of it.
And the luxury vacation was officially over.
CHAPTER 2 in here 👇👇👇
