My discipline master

I was eating lunch at a coffeeshop near my home when I saw my old discipline master from my secondary school.

Okay, he's not that old, but he does look haggard - nothing like the figure of authority he used to cut back in my secondary school. In the past, my secondary school is a 'gangster' school where police cases and public canning are common events happening on a weekly basis. I still remembered the time when I went to school one day and got a big shock - my PE dept was in flames! The fire was huge and black smoke was coming out furiously from the department. Amazing huh? Apparently I learnt that someone from the school is the arsonist.

Back to that discipline master. I didn't went up to him to talk to him. Seriously I doubt he remembers me since I do not have any class under him. He did knew my brother though, so perhaps by 2nd degree of separation, he might faintly recall this low profile student. Having seen him aged visibly, I also came to realise that time really flies.

I thought about my own situation. Years later, would any of my student whom I saw on the streets bother to tap my shoulders and say hi?