HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND
THINKING, SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD?

MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY
FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.   I NOTICED HIS DENTAL DIPLOMA,
WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.

 SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK HAIRED BOY WITH THE
SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY SECONDARY SCHOOL CLASS SOME 30-ODD YEARS AGO
 .
 COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?

 UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.

 THIS BALDING, GRAY HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS FAR TOO
OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE.  AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM
IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK SECONDARY SCHOOL.

'YES, YES I DID. I'M A MORGANNER! 'HE BEAMED WITH PRIDE.

 'WHEN DID YOU LEAVE TO GO TO COLLEGE?' I ASKED

 HE ANSWERED, IN 1965.  WHY DO YOU ASK?

 'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!' I EXCLAIMED.

 HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

THEN THE UGLY,

 OLD,

 BALD,

 WRINKLED,

 FAT A*SED,

GREY HAIRED,

 DECREPIT,

 B*STARD ASKED....

'WHAT DID YOU TEACH?'