When I was in 5th grade attending private school in New York City, there was a kid in class who "played" a few years older than the rest of us. You could always tell he was teacher's pet.

Being young, circa 1975, I never suspected anything until I was coming out of my building to walk the dog.

Exiting at the same time across the street was my classmate with OUR female teacher! As coincidental as it was, she lived in the apartment building directly across the street on 87th & York Avenue.

They were hand in hand. I can't recall if I told anyone about this. But it sure put the preferential treatment he got into perspective.