Remembering Favorite Teachers. Post Here To Show Some Love For Teachers!

Mr. Blake was my advanced level English teacher in high school. He was tall and handsome with an aquiline nose. He'd dress up for parts in the Shakespeare plays we covered and really knew how to draw us into subjects.

I went back to visit him several times after graduating... and then one year found out he died... of AIDS. This was around 1983.

Good teachers help make learning fun. And they stay with you, in your heart, for a lifetime.

Both my Dad and Mom were teachers.

I think a key to being a good teacher is being a bit of a ham.

Also, allowing students to "teach" you. My Dad said the best training he got was from his pupils. Kids STILL contact my Dad to say how much he meant to them.

This was a guy who taught The Odyssey of Homer every year to a roomful of 9th graders and every one of them read it and enjoyed it! He had so much enthusiasm and he made learning fun and intriguing. He managed to make an ancient story relevant to our lives and did fun things like have us bring in Greek dishes and have a toga party at the end of the unit.

I liked and respected him so much that I ended up working for him for the rest of my high school career - grading papers, typing up tests, etc. He always treated his students with respect and never talked down to them.

John Hayward, wherever you are, here's to you. :toast: I still read the Odyssey at least once a year.

by the end of each year :)

helped me make the transition from a small private school to public Middle school.

(And, he was a Cubs fan, too!)

:thumbsup:

or Mr. Hammond, my college level History teacher.

Mrs. Williams was inspiring, and Mr. Hammond pushed me.

High school English teacher. She was the only person who believed in me and cared about what happened to me in a very dark period in my teenage life. I still think about her sometimes and hope she is doing well. I should write her a letter one of these days and tell her how much her support and faith meant to me, and let her know how well I am doing.

Mrs G caught me writing doggeral poetry and made me join the school newspaper staff. Mrs Shows helped me survive the death of my best friend at the age of 17. I'll never forget either wonderful woman.

this is early-mid 70s so we listened to a lot of CSN, Joni Mitchell, Dylan, etc. in class to talk about what was going on in the world. How cool was that?