My First Days as a Teacher

I had a visitor today. He was my student 45 years ago in a small village,and so he is now sixty years old! It was my first place to work as a junior high teacher, and I knew nothing about the job or the common sence in school then. He reminded me many episodes I have forgotten. I wonder what did I do in those days? I remember I felt myself nearer to the students than to the other teachers because I was young then. I was happy with the students and I talked a lot with them after school and even on Sundays, and I enjoyed it. After a long time I remembered my young and important days. The sixty year-old students are going to have a re-union in two months, and I'm happy to be invited, but a little worrying if I can tell their names.