I had a substitute teacher named Mrs Robinson. Not bad looking either. I tried inserting lines from The Graduate into my discussions during class, but none of the illiterate peasants with whom I was forced to associate got them. She did though, but was singularly unresponsive to my persuasive arguments as to why whe should provide me with my first sexual experience. I can only assume she was a lesbian.
Oh, and my deputy principal for a for years in high school was named Michael Hunt. See if you can work it out.