My kindergarten teacher got married. One year she was Miss Mancini and the next year she was Mrs. Bernard.
That’s all we knew about her love life.
In the 70s, my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Bennet, kissed a man on the mouth who visited her right in front of us. We all went ‘eeeewwwwwww’ because, #1, kissing was gross and #2, she had popped out frog eyes and we couldn’t believe anyone would kiss her.
At the end of the year of my 4th grade, Mrs. Courchaine said she wouldn’t be back to teach the next year because she was going to have a baby.
(Me, being the class clown, I fell out of my chair as if stunned.)