This question got me to thinking, for the first time in years, of Mr. O'Neill. He was my 6th. grade teacher, and oh my, I was in deep, deep, puppy love with him. I can remember daydreaming about him, and I would get into all kinds of scraps with the other kids in class just so I would have to stay after school for an hour. It mattered not to me that I would have to write, 'I will behave in school,' 200 times on the blackboard! I was in love!