I think I was in the sixth grade at the time and my math teacher name was Mr. Simon. I thought he was so handsome. I was just sit and daydream about him. I tried to be the smartiest student in his class. Of course, he never knew that I was daydreaming about him. One good thing that I got out of his class was me getting good grades.
Well, you gave me my first smile of the day! Good for you, Hillary! Thanks for your comment and for your participation!