Crap, I'm Old

So I'm chatting with my jewelry class instructor and somehow high school comes up . . . because I teach high school. He was talking about how dumb his high school yearbook was, I think.

"So what high school did you go to?"
"Blankity Blank High School"
"Really, what year did you graduate? I did my student teaching there."
"Oh my God, I knew you looked familar."

Yes, I taught my jewelry instructor in art class his junior year of high school. And don't feel a bit old . . . shit.