Virtually all the teachers I had were old and/or ugly. That probably should be a requirement these days. Of course, even the younger uglies manage to get some. Ick.
We had a new gym teacher when I was a sophomore. She was 22 and freshly graduated from a Big Ten university. She was Captain of their gymnastics team. Needless to say, she preferred to teach in her gymnastics unitard. She was super cute.
At the end of the year she was caught on the trampoline with two senior boys doing the horizontal mambo. The issue was quickly swept under the rug. The boys graduated three weeks later and she quietly disappeared into the rest of her life to never be heard from again. Schwing!
We had a real cutie. She’d reach up high on the blackboard, get her upper extremities full of chock dust, then turn around and dust them off right in front of us. I’ll never forget her.