Teacher and students

I met my first batch,

Of Year 2000 on virtual catch.

I was one and twenty then,

A teacher with experience nil.

Two decades and an year odd,

Those sweet sixteens then, now in mid thirties.

That boy with dyslexia,

Is now a proof reader with print.

The damsel who broke many hearts,

With her Binaca smile is a cop.

The nerd who never ever nodded,

Is the hero of the leading soap-opera.

The one who ran last in the Sunday race,

Chases the enemy in the battle race.

Thirty faces reached in their thirties.

Guesstimating still, as I used to in my twenties.