There were two teachers at my high school who I would definitely put in the "hot" category. The typing teacher Miss G, who I had for one semester, and the English teacher Mrs. H, who I never had for a class. Miss G was a second-year teacher, so 23 or 24, and very cute. She taught me to type 70 words a minute, so I'm grateful. As far as I can tell, there's a big plus and very little minus to the teacher being hot. I never missed that class, and worked hard every day in it.
Mrs H was just drop dead gorgeous. She was like a movie star, a cross between Suzanne Pleshette and Racquel Welch. One time during band, the door opened and Mrs. H came into the band room to talk to the band director Mr. McC for a minute. The second she walked in, all the guys in the room just stopped and stared. Oblivious, she just walks in and says "Dan, I've thought about what you asked me earlier, and the answer is Yes." The whole room goes nuts, and she looks at us for a second, smiles, then turns and leaves. After she left, we asked Mr McC what the deal was, and he says "What, I have to tell you about the birds and the bees?" obviously kidding. Turns out he had asked her earlier if she was going to run the Flag Corps, which worked with the Marching Band, as she had in the past. And the answer was Yes. I never had Mrs. H for a class, but friends of mine who did said she was awesome. Great teacher, and every day was a fashion show, and she always looked great. Damn.