Existential Corner or Something to Think About

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can't look that old. Then read on:

My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I notices his DDS diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haiared 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? 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 hve 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 1975. Why do you ask?'

'You were in my class!', I exclaimed. He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked....."WHAT DID YOU TEACH ???"