You didn’t go to my High School obviously. We either had burned out old bags ready for retirement or we had their replacement who were crunchy Women’s Lib types who just got out of collage in the 70’s. Real crap.
My teachers were nuns.
I had a history teacher who had taught my father! her first words to me were: “I hope you are not going to be as bad as your father”. Six years later, my younger brother was in her class. Upon calling the roll, she saw my brother’s name and threw him out of class. She told the principal: “Two of them is enough”.
And I was an B student! Apparently, being an old maid had warped her view of men/boys.