Remember school? If you’d rather not, you are not alone. Between the Guantanamo-grade bullying and circus-grade cafeteria food, being a schoolkid is not exactly fodder for rose-hued nostalgia. But every so often the heavens seemed to smile down upon us and deliver an angel unto the pubescent hellscape of our young lives. It can be a struggle to get out of bed in the morning, but not when you have a smoking hot homeroom teacher to look forward to. Who needs Ritalin when you’re eye-level with a pair of perfect sweater kittens wrapped in tight cashmere?
And so, as another academic year gets underway (godspeed, brave students), we reconvene the Friends of HUSTLER Panel to reminisce about the teachers who changed our lives…by being relentlessly hot.
