Did or do you have a teacher at school you really like/liked?

[Mr Allen]

In Junior school my favourite was Mr Butterfield, he was our form teacher in the third year, right nice bloke as well. And then there were a couple of good ones in secondary, such as Mr Pickup, he was our form teacher for most of the 5 years I was there, and Mr Kearns the drama teacher, learned loads from him, and he had good taste in films, showed us some classics! Mr Dunn the Headmaster was good as well, especially when I was always knocking on his door for the key to the Boys' toilets during lesson time, and Mr Cater the Head of the third years, right nice bloke but was obsessed with the word "inconvenient" lol.

So did anyone else have a favourite teacher at school?

The only time I had a guy I didn't like was some bloke called Ged at College, he was a bit of a tit, like one day I'd had a coke at lunch with a Burger in the Pub, I was a bit gassed and kept burping, and got done for it.

 

[Misery]

5th Grade, Mr. McCarron, I think is how it's spelled.

Being elementary school, this meant that we just had one teacher all day, every day, so the fact that he was such a good one just made it that much better. Just the nicest guy, and the sort that you could talk to about anything. Alot of other teachers would just sort of ignore whenever I was having some screwy sensory issue... I dont think they at all understood it, naturally... but he'd hear me out and try to help. Every day in his class was fun... this was all before I found out just how bad school could get (the next year, starting Junior High which was a whole new building filled with new jerks, was when it all went bad for me), and I'm grateful to have had him as a teacher for the year that capped off grade school.

I still remember that every now and then, generally towards the end of the day, someone would knock on the door. It'd be some older kid, typically highschool age, just dropping by for a visit. I always thought that was a little odd at times (as time went on, I'd see people doing that for a variety of teachers in other years too; I dunno if it's common everywhere for people to stop and visit old teachers but around here it was a fairly common thing).

Found myself doing the same thing years later, once I had a car.

Honestly it's a little depressing to talk about (okay, more than a little)... so many memories of this time that I cant get back (and friends I cant get back either... sigh). And then everything went to total suckage mode the following year and never changed back.

 

[WildCat]

My kindergarten teacher, hands down. If it weren't for that woman (along with the other women in my early childhood, of course), I wouldn't be where I am today. That's not much of an exaggeration either. She's likely passed away at this point sadly, but I can say that I would have sent my regards to her or her family if the opportunity had been available.

Had an art teacher in my senior year of high schoolthat stood out who was very much laid back. Don't know how much of a trend it is in the rest of the US, but around here you're almost guaranteed to pass non-academic or non-core classes (or electives, the term that's used) like art and such. Just show up and do your best for an easy pass. Unfortunately, she may have been a bit too laid back...last I heard she's no longer teaching anymore, but she was pretty alright.

 

[Tomos]

There were a few teachers at my school, there were nice enough.

some of them were horrible though, never liked going to school at all.

 

[Mia]

Mrs. Weinberg and Mr. Kusarian (not their real names), english literature and general science respectively. Both excellent and dedicated teachers that I had for grades nine to eleven.
Recall that Mrs. Weinberg passed out the years reading list and I waited after class to tell her I had already read the thirty or so books on the list. With a twinkle in her eye, she handed me an alternative list with fifty book titles, many of which I'd already read. She encouraged me throughout high school with book suggestions and constructive criticism on writing. She had no doubt that I would go to university, and tutored me outside of class time, enabling me to think differently about my future.
Mr. Kusarian motivated me to become curious about physics, chemistry and biology, and insisted that I learn things I didn't want to learn, such as the periodic table and the taxonomic ranks. Biology and or any science became less mysterious and incomprehensible as I studied it, as he pushed me along and piqued my interest with his mesmerizing 'hands on' teaching style.

 

[Peter Morrison]

Though I would love to share thoughts about great teachers and how they enriched my life, the dominant thought in my head on the topic of teachers is an incident that occurred in 5th grade. I was a low level reader, but not incapable of reading. I had always spent endless hours with my head inside the pages of a wonderful Encyclopedia Brittanica. Between the visuals and the text, I learned a lot about the world. The incident with my teacher came from a science project I had constructed on "the honeybee". It consisted of a square piece of masonite panelling on which I had constructed a large example of a honeycomb. The honeycomb was made from pieces of lath (thin strips of wood), which I had cut from a long piece, and I glued them to the masonite board on their thin sides for the full 3-D effect. The dimensions were perfect. Also, I didn't want any smeared glue to be visible so I applied the glue very carefully, knowing in advance exactly where each piece would go. I was proud of my work and the detail I put into the honeycomb.

When I presented the final product to my teacher, which included pictures of honeybees, a real honeycomb with honey, and related factoids, my teacher asked me if I had done the project myself. I proudly answered "yes". She distrusted me and called the other 5th grade teacher to the room to ask her (in front of me) if she thought I had done the project alone. The other teacher shook her head. I'm not sure why the other teacher's opinion mattered since she didn't know me at all. My teacher gave me a look that said "liar", and that was the end. This moment was emotionally traumatic for me since I failed over her assumption that I could not have had the skills to construct the project myself. Apparently, it was too good to have been made by a 10-year-old with unrefined oral reading skills.

My teacher was unaware that I had a full-functioning workshop in my basement and that my mother was an artist who possessed all kinds of art supplies. The existence of tools and materials meant that I could play with almost anything involving construction and creativity. As an Aspie, I took to playing with tools and developing a myriad of creative projects. It never occurred to me that I would have to defend myself to an authority figure over precision and care in a school project. I value my integrity, and having been called a liar by my teacher still sits poorly in my heart. My other significant Aspie trait is that I didn't defend myself. I couldn't understand how doing well could be interpreted as fakery. I absorbed the frustration and let her get away with grave injustice. I was never one to fight with my teachers.

 

[tducey]

Have had a few I liked throughout. My Kindergarten teacher was good, also had a college instructor that was good.

 

[SunnyDay16]

I liked my Spanish 10th grade teacher, but not at first. She was known for being strict and tough on the students. She could be tough on me too sometimes for my test scores, like telling me "I could do better". In hindsight I appreciate that she seemed to have faith in me, despite being far from the best student in the class. She even told me on the last day she would miss having me in her class.

 

[Phanelope]

Mr Morgillo my year 10 human biology teacher. Not only did I love the subject, but when I was going through a hard time at high school, he was the only teacher (or adult, really) who acknowledged my pain and didn’t dismiss me as being melodramatic.

 

[Dalton]

I had the same teacher back in 2nd & 3rd grade. She was one if the best & everyone including myself loved her dearly. Even though I haven’t seen her in years now i still chat with her via email just to see how things are going & what not.