Geesh, I left HS in '75!
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND
THINKING, SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD. WELL... YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE.
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MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA,
WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.
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SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE
SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 30-ODD YEARS AGO.
COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?
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UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.
THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY
TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I
ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL
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YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.
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WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED.
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HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1975. WHY DO YOU ASK?'
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YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED.
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HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSER
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THEN,
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THAT UGLY,
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OLD,
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BALD,
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WRINKLED,
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FAT ASS,
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GRAY-HAIRED,
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DECREPIT
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SON-OF-A-#$%* ASKED,
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'WHAT DID YOU TEACH