When I was in 8th grade, my Mom (worked downtown) needed to come to school to meet the teacher. She couldn't make it when all the other parents came for the occasion, and the teacher was kind enough to let her come during class time. It was no big deal, for I was a top student (then) and there was little to discuss.
Anyway, when my Mom walked in the room some of the guys gave her a whistle. She and the teacher were embarrassed, but I was soooo proud! Mom was about 40 then, a slender, good looking Italian woman.