Mr. T's Understudy (not THE Mr. T. MY Mr. T)
I was sitting at my appointed hall duty spot during my prep the other day when I saw one of the girls that went to Spain with me last summer. She was with 2 other friends. They all stopped to chat. I asked the obligatory "Where are you supposed to be?" since it was between classes. They said they were supposed to be in Lifeguarding, but no one brought their stuff, so their teacher said they didn't have to swim that day. Whatever. Just let your students roam the hall. That's fine.
Anyway, one of the girls says to me "My dad thinks you're cute. He saw your picture in my yearbook and now he wants to go out with you."
Well, I guess it's true. You ARE the age you teach.