Gone are the days when the school teacher was a kindly, respected woman of character that broadened intellectual horizons and cultivated young minds -- instead of titillating pre-pubescent loins.
Where were these hot educational hunnies when I was sitting under the learning tree?
While occasionally there was an attractive, well-kept lady in the sea of post-menopausal matrons (whose best days of making whoopee were distant memories at best). We didn't know anything about her private life, nor did we want to.
Odds were greater you would be caught focusing your daydreams on the cute, youthful looks of the girl one desk over from your row (cunningly concocting a strategy to carry her lunch tray in the cafeteria) than trying to romance the 4th grade science teacher.