Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can't look that old, well, you'll love this. My name is Alice Smith and 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 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 1978, why do you ask?" "You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely, then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat, gray-haired, decrepit SOB asked me, "What did you teach?"