I had a social studies teacher who was also an alcoholic, and quite eccentric. He used to have some of his independent study students over to listen to classical music and drink pink Chablis. Lol. We saw him a few times during college. I remained friendly with another who wasn’t much older than me who, sadly, died of cancer too young. Other than that, I bumped into a handsome English teacher and his wife at the Wanamakers in Center City in my early 30’s. He still looked hot.