Was this man your high school science teacher?
Did his gigantic brain ooze matter out of his ears?
Did his understanding of linear functions make you feel inferior?
Was his hair to short to comb but he combed it anyway?
Did he wear sweaters straight thru the summer?
Did his shoes match his belt?
Was he able to tell between a acid and a base by touch?
Did he let you call him Dan?
Would he bring in treats for the class on your birthday?
Did his glasses give him the ability to see thru your thin lies as to why you were unable to finish your homework?
Was his knowledge of molecular structure breathtaking?
Did he conjure up an excitement in you when he talked about photosynthesis?
Was he working on his doctorate?
Did he have an amazing collection of beige colored slacks?
Did his intense knowledge of everything make you daydream about him?
Did he send you a copy of this photo and write something special just for you on the back?
Did he tell you that you were smart and really good-looking?

My high school science teacher was also my football coach. He would smear lip balm into his beard and mustache. He was overweight, rude and he hated me. I didn’t think very highly of him either. He kicked me once during practice. He would put candy in his back room for attractive girls. We would take the candy when he was flirting with high school girls. Our football team wasn’t very good.

Think about that when you remember your high school days. You had it sooo good.