What did you teach?

Aging Ain't Easy

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.

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.

Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the
same name had been in my high school class some 40-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 way
too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I
asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High school.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang," he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"
You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat,
gray-haired, decrepit guy asked, "What did you teach?"