When I was a wily undergrand--the salad days of my capricious youth--I once took a class from a teacher with the same name as a popular softdrink.
I developed a crush on this drinkable prof. I carefully planned out my outfits each week so that my cutest, most attractive clothing landed on our class days.
I chewed on the stem of my tortoiseshell eyeglasses thoughtfully, made crinkled facial expressions while he talked. The key: I rarely spoke in class. I hoped this enhanced my air of mystery.
And then one day, running into my prof on campus, I said something harmlessly flirtatious and charming (also rehearsed). Picture me sitting outside a campus building in autumn, chunky scarf wrapped haphazardly around my neck, the smell of burning leaves in the air--my head tossed back in a laugh, a freeze frame. Careless afternoon.
And then he flirted back.
Oh Lord, I didn't even know what to do.
It was exciting and scary at the same time. I wondered if I would be able to get an A in the course (it was, also, the most difficult college course I ever took), and yes, if I would get an A in...other things. I continued my flirtation, but more carefully.
In the end, I met a boy closer to my age and foolishly began dating him instead. I never did let my teacher down easily--I just sort of vanished the way students do...into the administrative ether.
My question is, though--as teachers, have you ever been Hot For Student?
Don't use your real name for protection. Or tell me about a "friend" of yours who was Hot For Student once.