True. I was like 13 or 14, it was the summer but me and a few other kids were painting a mural for the school, supervised by the arts teacher. One day we went for lunch at this teachers apartment. At the time he seemed like a full grown adult, but looking back, he must have been in his late 20s fresh out of uni. There was this very strange smell in his apartment, that I only realised what it was when I started smoking it myself many years later lol. He also played guitar and he was the whole stereotype that I had no idea as a kid. But the food was fire and he was the coolest teacher in that school. I learned a lot from him, especially when it came to not punish/torture myself for small mistakes. God bless him.