Teachers you LIKE/LIKED

[claws]

The only teacher I liked was our English teacher. I went to a German school and they taught us British-English. We would clash (in a funny way) ever so often because I spoke American.
Her name was Mrs. Wallisch-Prince. Very sweet person. She would bring home made English muffins and other baked goods to class ever so often.
On the down side she would also bring her guitar, and we had to sing English folk songs  

[Trevor]

On the down side she would also bring her guitar, and we had to sing English folk songs  

Those couldn't have been as bad as the folk songs Andrew described in his review of Billy Jack ~ man, were those bad!

We're a rainbow
Made of children
We're an army
Singin' songs...

 

[claws]

Those couldn't have been as bad as the folk songs Andrew described in his review of Billy Jack ~ man, were those bad!

We're a rainbow
Made of children
We're an army
Singin' songs...

 

 

I'm not even sure if it was a folk song or from England, but it was one of her faves:

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain,
Our Jesus Christ is born.

My school buddy and I would always sing with a very high pitched voice, trying to make each other laugh.
By the end of the song we were both in tears from laughter 

[venomx]

All I can remember was my 4th grade Math Teacher was hot... she was young 23, 24.

So... I liked her.

[WilliamWeird1313]

I'm not even sure if it was a folk song or from England, but it was one of her faves:

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain,
Our Jesus Christ is born.

My school buddy and I would always sing with a very high pitched voice, trying to make each other laugh.
By the end of the song we were both in tears from laughter  

I had to sing that same song back in elementary school. From kindergarten through 8th grade I was stuck in Catholic school. Ugh. Church every week, and lots of hymns and crap. Is it any wonder I'm now an atheist?

[The Burgomaster]

* My 4th grade English/Science teacher.  He was just an all-around great guy and encouraged my creative side.  I used to love writing short stories and he gave me lots of compliments and told me to keep writing.  I wonder where he is now?

And . . . I found him on Facebook.  He recently retired from teaching.  Looks pretty much the same as he did in the 1970s, except now he has gray hair and no mustache.

[HappyGilmore]

Elementary school- no teacher that I liked.  Primarily cause the b***h kept promoting to the next class I was in only cause her son was in my class.  And we didn't like each other at all.  I wasn't friends with her son, and her oldest son dated my aunt when she taught my aunt, and my aunt broke up with her son.  I got plenty of detentions and whatnot while being her student.  But, one thing she couldn't say about me was that I was a bad student.  I barely went to school, never paid attention in class, and my copybooks consisted primarily of drawings I did.  Yet, every test she gave me: I passed with flying colors.  She couldn't believe it.

High School:
9th Grade- A teacher named Mr. Russo.  Cool guy.  I was placed in all the advanced classes, but didn't want them as I was lazy, not cause I couldn't comprehend the material.  We butted heads a few times, but by the end of the year, were pretty close.  He taught history.
10th Grade- Mr. Udovich and Mr. Cifuni.  I took sociology and psychology in high school.  Both were great guys.  And I was the youngest kid in their class.
11 and 12 grades- No particular teacher sticks out.  I liked a few but they're a blur.

Sidenote: 9th grade English.  Had Mr. Donahue.  Nice guy, funny, a little tough, but expected big things out of you.  He was a little disappointed I had to miss several classes at one point cause I was ordered by the guidance counseler to seek "in school therapy/counseling" for issues they believed I had.

[BoyScoutKevin]

Her name was Margaret Irby Nichols.

After she graduated from what is now the University of North Texas with a B.A. in 1945, then from the University of Texas in Austin with a MLS, she spent 10 years in the library field.

Before returning to UNT to teach, beginning in 1955, where she taught for 41 years, retiring in 1996 as Professor Emerita.

The number of students she taught is in the hundreds. One of them was myself.

This is in addition to doing over 400 workshops and writing dozens of articles and books, during her career.

I see she is still alive and kicking, as according to the newest issue of the university magazine, she was awarded the Outstanding Alumna Service Award for this year.

And she still looks good for a woman who is in her late 80's. She looks so good. She may actually outlive me. Though, she has thirty years on me.

Here's to her.

[Trevor]

My favorite fictional teacher: one we wish we all had. 



Give it up for Mr Feeny! 

[Archivist]

At first thought, there were few teachers I disliked at school, although as I consider it, the ones I didn't like were usually the sports teachers who only barely tolerated the geeky kid who was always reading dictionaries and encyclopedias and skipping phys. ed.

I liked most of my teachers, but the ones who stand out to me are my English teacher and Maths teacher in high school.

My first encounter with my favourite English teacher was in Year 8.  I had been working hard at my writing for a few years beforehand, and he encouraged my writing and made detailed notes and critiques of all my work.  He was a wonderful fellow, showing us movies like Monty Python and the Holy Grail and getting me to read the part of the political peasant in the King Arthur 'King of the Britons' scene.

Each year I tried to get back into the class he was teaching, and in the years that I was not with him, I showed him my work and he was happy to mark and critique it as if I was in his class.  We even kept in touch after I finished school, and I continued to bring my writing to him for a few years.  I'll always remember him as a true mentor, for his generosity and friendship.

Throughout my time at school I struggled desperately with mathematics.  Nothing really made sense, and my family were aghast at my numerical ineptitude.  As a result I was always in the dunce class for maths at each year level, until Year 9.  My teacher for that year had this remarkable knack for explaining the concepts in a way that finally made sense, and I don't know exactly how it happened, either.  Suddenly, the incomprehensible squiggles resolved themselves into equations, and I shot ahead of the dunce class.  After a couple of  months I was moved out of the dunce class and into a higher level.

He was also my maths teacher in my final year at school, and he made a point of talking about how I had been in the lowest maths group in year 9, but had made it all the way through to maths in the final year, and what an accomplishment that was.  I owed much to him, and he is another I will always remember.

[Trevor]

I owed much to him, and he is another I will always remember.

That's how I will always remember my college teacher Jeanette Burger (or Ma'am, as I used to call her to her amusement): she had a very troubled student in me but she never gave up on me and I never did and never have. 

[ER]

I had a teacher in high school who should make both lists, like/hate.

He was cool, smart, just out of college, and always funny in a non-silly way. Knew every cultural reference, had seen every movie on earth worth seeing, everybody was glad to be in his class. Well, I was taking this basic science course of his in 12th grade that I just got placed in to fill out my schedule my last semester, I already was accepted into a college, had enough credits to graduate, I think everyone else in the class was in 9th grade, and he assigned us a day to go gather fossils at this eroding cliff near the school. I didn't want to, so I skipped and bought a bag of fossils from a museum gift shop giving the impression I'd, ahem, gathered them. I turned them in and he instantly busted me because instead of being local these fossils came from all over the world.

The for rest of the year he'd kid the 9th graders that I was a great role model because I was willing to go all the way to India and Africa to get my fossils for class. "That's devotion!" he'd say.

Yeah, great guy....except I happen to know he kinda sorta took advantage of a vulnerable sixteen-year-old, so.... he also makes the bad list. And he's still teaching today!

[alandhopewell]

     I genuinely liked most of my teachers through the years, but there are some who stand out....

     MR. ROGERS- Taught General Science, 7th Grade; my mother and her sibs had had him when they went to school.
The first day of class, he walks in, holding the science book in his hand. He holds it up, and says, "This is the textbook for General Science, 7th Grade." Then, he opens his desk drawer, drops the book in, closes the drawer, and says, "We may refer to it from time to time."

     He starts talking, about the Egyptian Pyramids, finishes up forty-five minutes later with the Apollo missions (number eight was do to launch in a few months), this monologue is interspersed with questions about what he's just said, what's in the news, whatever, and IT'S ALL CONNECTED. All his sessions were like this. He did fail me, because although I was aces at answering oral queries and taking tests, I refused to keep a notebook or do homework.

     Until his death eighteen years later, I'd periodically visit him; they'd forced him to retire the year after I repeated his class.

     MISS DARCY- Taught Junior English. She made the subject interesting, and she didn't label me as a "troublemaker" the way the Principal and most of the other teachers did.... I was bored, disillusioned, and seventeen in '73.

[HappyGilmore]

My high school Sociology teacher was great.  I also shouldn't have been in his class.  It was for seniors and I wasn't a senior. 

My 10th grade Psychology teacher was fun, too.  Although, as a kid who was relatively 'advanced' I tended to get bored and distracted easily.  He once yelled at me for being a distraction and said he wanted me to go to the principal's office.  I promptly reminded him that he WAS the principal and if I went to his office I'd have nothing to do for the next 40 minutes, and that I'd be late to the next class and I'd be re-sent to his office and he should just yell at me in the hallway.   

My 11th grade English teacher was a fan of Weird Al and Nosferatu, so we'd occasionally talk about that.  Her first assignment was reading a book (Scarlet Letter).  I tried to get out of doing the book report as I'd read the book a few years prior in junior high and instead just have a brief discussion with her about the book after class as my 'book report.'  She said unfortunately the rules of the school required some kind of work handed in and I ended up doing a book report on a book about Don Martin, the MAD magazine cartoonist.  Still not sure how handing in a book report on a book not actually assigned got me an A but I was happy about that.

My law teacher in 10th grade was a great guy.  Still not sure why I had that class.  It was a class for seniors going to college to be lawyers, and I'm a punk kid listening to Weird Al.  But my guidance counselor put me there.  But my notebook was one of the better kept all year, so much so he kept it to use the following year.   

[Trevor]

My 10th grade Psychology teacher was fun, too.  Although, as a kid who was relatively 'advanced' I tended to get bored and distracted easily.  He once yelled at me for being a distraction and said he wanted me to go to the principal's office.  I promptly reminded him that he WAS the principal and if I went to his office I'd have nothing to do for the next 40 minutes, and that I'd be late to the next class and I'd be re-sent to his office and he should just yell at me in the hallway.   

 

I needed that laugh this morning: karma!