High School Reunion I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma on the wall, 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 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 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 1975. Why do you ask?"" ""You were in my class!"" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely. Then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkle-faced, fat, gray-haired, old man asked me: ""What did you teach?""