My teenage son asked me if I ever fell in love with a high school teacher.
“In fact, I did. She was gorgeous! I couldn’t take my eyes off of her…
I dreamt of a life together with her day and night.”
“Wow! What happened with that, dad?” he excitedly asked.
“Your mom moved you to another school.”
Alexander the Great
Landon had made an unsuccessful attempt at the recitation, and the teacher, somewhat nettled, said:
“Landon, you don’t seem to be getting on very fast in this subject. You seem to lack ambition. Why, at your age Alexander the Great had conquered half the world.”
“Yes,” said Landon, “he couldn’t help it, for you will recall the fact, teacher, that Alexander the Great had Aristotle for a teacher.”
