She was an aspiring substitute teacher, and a cute one at that. At twenty-six, Rebecca was the youngest and cutest teacher I know. With her brown hair and glossy brown eyes, she was a teacher that you would like to know. Not only did her looks grab you, but the way she tought did as well, as she had a spontaneous way of teaching. She also allowed you to call her by her first name, unlike the other teachers like Mrs. Doe, and Mr. Babaloo, just to name a few. She was known as Rebecca, and I was not going to let her leave me, despite it being a sin to want to date a teacher. On August 31,1999, however, I left her. (more…)