So I’m a teacher, and yes sometimes we think about our students, and sometimes our students think about us. This happened about 20 years ago when I was 35, and she was most certainly over 18.
Over the years there are students that stand out from the rest, for better or worse. Usually for the worse. Yet every so often there’s a student who you just click with, not necessarily on a sexual level but there’s chemistry, intelligence and a maturity that allows you to click. Alison was one of those students. Smart, cute and was confident enough to chat with me and see past the disciplinarian who only gave out homework.
I teach in a private school, so class sizes are smaller, and everyone has more time to get to know everyone. A relaxed environment would describe the school best.
20 years ago I wasn’t married. Didn’t have kids. 30 years ago I taught Alison, and was a new teacher who landed on his feet in a good school. There isn’t much to say about when we both were in school apart from there being a friendliness, and the age gap wasn’t huge. 10 years or so? There was friendly flirting but nothing sordid. Those details are coming right up.