In My Class

Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, “Surely I can’t look that old?"

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 40-odd years ago. 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 Lawton Senior High school. “Yes. Yes, I did. I’m a Wolverine.” he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?” I asked. He answered, “In 1961. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch asked, “What did you teach?"