Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, "Surely I cannot look that old?" Well, 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 that 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, way too old to have been my classmate...or could he? After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended William Chrisman High School. "Yes. Yes. I did...I'm a Chrisman Bear," he gleamed with pride. "When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1965. Why do you ask?" "You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely...and that ugly, old, wrinkled jerk asked, "What did you teach?"
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