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 was way too old to have been my classmate.

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Northmont high school. 

"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a thunderbolt," he said gleaming with pride. 

"When did you graduate?" I asked. 

He answered, "in 1975. Why do you ask?" 

"You were in my class!", I exclaimed. 

He looked at me closely, then, the ugly, old, bald, wrinkle-faced, fat, gray-haired, decrepit fool asked, "What did you teach?