What is something that made your teacher your favorite?
I had a panic attack in her class and she came over and asked if i wanted to get a drink so i did, but when i came back it wasn't an better and so she said "hey lily do you know how to do this?" making it not look obvious and so i went over and she started talking about random stuff and got my mind off it. I then trusted her a lot and vented to her about heaps of different things such as when i was at my lowest and then she would sit with me until i felt safe etc. One time i stayed in her staffroom all day and kept bringing me food because i wasn't eating
He made me actually like history. I like him for a few things:
- He is very chill and doesn't make us memorize dates or names, "you guys will forget them anyways". He focuses on the concepts and ideas more, and this made me interested in history and understand its importance.
- He lets us drink in class and gives us tea bags if we want them
- His motto is "keep it simple stupid"
- He knows about boredpanda and might be reading this, if he is then HI YOU ARE MY FAVORITE TEACHER
he lets you doodle, he rounds grades up, he gives you cheat sheets for assignments and tests, he lets you miss one or two assignments, hes a funny guy, hes pretty flexible, he helps peple with disabilitys
She understands what it's like for kids to be distracted in class, she knows what it's like to receive a failing grade, she gives you candy for random things, but also not-so-random things, from passing out the tests to that moment when you're crying in her classroom an hour early to school because your dad yelled at you and kicked you out that morning. She throws huge parties, and even gives us her secret hiccup remedy if we have the hiccups. I once forgot my homework at home for three days in a row, and she just assured me I'd still get the grade I'd get if it was on time, because she knew how bad it was getting at home.
Oh boy. Where to begin. Oh, I know. It was a Friday, and I was in the fifth grade. I was playing kickball on the blacktop like usual, and then the bell rings. Recess is over. But (let's call him) Buford, a huge, African American kid in my class, who also was a great friend of mine after I tutored him for a while, decided he wanted to keep playing basketball. He kept shooting at the basket, even after the teacher told him to stop. But he just completely ignored her. Instead of yelling more though, (and mid you, this lady was a good 60 years old, and a bit large) she rushes over and steals the ball, dribbles back, steals his ankles SO hard, and makes a perfect swish 3-pointer, the proceeds to throw the ball into the basket where they're kept.
She called my non binary friend by their new name, and respected the autistic kid.
Nothing specific he has an amazing sense of humour and he does magic tricks.
One of my history teachers in high school was a Vietnam vet. When we started learning about Vietnam, he said, "I was there. So I asked the principal if I could share some of my experiences. He said no. So I can't tell you about the time..."
And he told us the most amazing stories. What it felt like to be drafted, be in a battle. And he did it knowing that any one of us could turn him in and get him in trouble. But no one ever did.
My third grade teacher let students wear their fuzzy slippers in class! She was also very nice and always made sure we were always early for lunch.
I wouldn't have said that my Algebra 2 teacher in high school was my *favorite* teacher but, looking back, he was fantastic. I have always been a dunce at math and had a LOT of trouble when they started adding letters into the mix! Mr. Elmer Jones was one of those older, "tough cookie" kind of teachers, didn't take a whole lot of crap from the students, stuff like that. I was struggling (of course!) and would go in early or at lunch to try to have him help me so I wouldn't flunk.
Fast forward to end-of-year finals and I was SICK as a dog so my mom had to reschedule the finals I missed. Mr. Jones didn't make me take the final. Years later, I had a revelation: by that time, I had managed to get my grade up to a C and I truly believe that he didn't make me take the test because he knew I wouldn't do well. He knew I was trying hard and he didn't want my grade to fall to a D. Maybe I'm wrong...but I don't think so! So this makes him one of my most memorable teachers!
Mr. Thomas would walk around campus during his free period after lunch and collect soda cans and bottles. He would then use the funds to buy books for the school library or, if he knew what kind of books a student liked, he would buy them one or two. He made English interesting and much more then just reading books and writing book reports.
On a personal level, not only did he provide me reading material during all four years of high school, he took this homeschooled kid who didn't even know what a paragraph was and who had been dumped in public school in a new city and stayed with me after school for two hours every day for the first 2 months of my freshman year to help me catch up and pass the class. Also, my junior year when I was trying out for every single sports team the school offered to girls and not making a single one of them (I was supremely uncoordinated and hard of hearing to boot, so I couldn't hear the coach when I was on the field), he approached me out of the blue and recruited me for the newly formed academic decathlon team he coached and I was able to earn my much coveted letter and letterman's jacket.
Every kid needs a Mr. Thomas.
My gym teacher in elementary school. I kinda hate physical activity, not gonna lie. Not an athletic person. But in elementary school, our PE teacher was AMAZING. We called him Mr. O because his actual last name started with O and was some crazy... German-sounding, maybe? thing that he knew very well young kids would struggle to pronounce. We would occasionally play an actual sport (like volleyball, which he also made fun!), but mostly we played crazy, random, super-fun games he came up with (and probably some of them he got somewhere, but nonetheless.) On inside recess days when the gym was occupied, he would come TO the classroom of whichever class had PE at that time and figure out a fun game that would be safe inside a classroom. And then there was a whole OTHER set of games reserved for field days, which we would learn and practice beforehand. He would wander between the game stations set up all over the gym and field, saying hi to students and families and fixing any problems that came up. Instead of having intramural *sports*, intramurals was a wide range of all sorts of crazy things, from building little hovercrafts to one called the Fine Art of Dining (everyone's favorite - dinner at his house included). He knew everyone's name and even gave some of the kids cute nicknames, and kept track of kids' parents/families, too! He was kind and funny and everyone's favorite teacher and favorite class. Even though he was an older guy, I have no idea how old, because he was probably the healthiest person I have known... I don't think anyone could have seen him as "old." He was *always* giving out candy... Mr. O taught us to share by giving Jolly Ranchers to the winning team captain of certain games and letting them choose whether to keep them or distribute them among the team. He graded on participation only and was very strict about being polite and kind to everyone. Mr. O died of cancer... a few years ago now, I think. (I knew he was Christian, so that made me feel a little better... I know I'll see him again.) Obviously I was heartbroken, but all I could really think after I considered it for a while was... How many kids' lives has he made a huge positive impact on? (The number of students who were at his funeral sure says something.) I cannot imagine the astronomical benefit this man had on the world just by doing his job and being himself. He wouldn't want his students or anyone to be sad, ever - his life's work was to make us happy. And I know he's finally home now, resting and surely being handsomely rewarded. Love you Mr. O 💖😭🥰
It's actually one of my current teachers. A little background info: I have never been good at math. Ever. However, I have always been in Honors/GT classes. My fourth grade math teacher was an awful unfit teacher. She would always scream at me for needing extra help, telling me I'm an idiot and to "get my s*** together or you will be kicked out of my class". Just completely and totally disengaged from that point on. Until this year. Mrs. Crain. She never hesitates to help me when I need extra instruction, or one time I had a panic attack because I didn't understand, and she called me up to her desk and helped me. I still can't do math to save my life, but I try now. She also races cars on the weekends, and is really cool in class. She can take a joke, and forms really special bonds with her students.
Moral of the story: I love you Ms. Crain! Ms. Enterline, please just die already. You're fricking in your 80's.
My second and third grade teacher. She always let me doodle and when she found out about my ballet recital she came to see me. I am super quite and don’t like talking in front of people so she wouldn’t choose me randomly. She would put me in groups with my friends and ask me and my mom to decorate the classroom for every holiday.
she actually told me creeppy stories and listened to my creepy stories
my teacher actually gave two f***s about me and was very understanding of how i have adhd and mild anxiety AND depression on my plate and thats a lot to eat at once so every time i did something i wasnt supposed to she was very calm
My favorite teacher was a math teacher. She was harsh when judging errors, but had an insanely good sense of humor. Everybody was laughing at her jokes but also respected her. It was a good combination, though I wasn't even focusing on maths.
Just being able to make you laugh. I love a teacher who's able to joke, whether or not it is at your expense. On another note, I love someone who understands what you're going through. Maybe they'll push the deadline because of a project that is due in another class, or the teacher makes sure to always help those in need of more explaining.
So we had had gym outside one day, but it was football. I hate football. But we had to participate so i kinda ran around on the field not doing anything. My cousin Broden, the asshat, started yelling at me to do something. So I did, I gave him an uppercut straight to the jaw, while my friends said some obscenities even I haven't heard! Ten feet away from the teacher. But Mr. Boone just looked at Broden and said, "Your cousin's right, quit being a ******************************** (Procceded to string some curses that I will not repeat) and walk it off, you asshat" hahahahahhahaha i love Mr. Boone!!! The only thing I didn't like was that he stole my asshat phrase! Lmao
I was diagnosed with epilepsy in 4th grade. By the time I was in 6th grade, my family had moved and I was failing everything. My math teacher took the time to Kasparov me after school a few days a week and help me starting with 4th grade math. He was able to help me enough that I became able to climb myself out of failing my other classes. He gave me hope when no one else would.
I was once really struggling on a test because I was having a migraine and he came over and let me lie down and emailed my next teacher to say I couldn't attend the lesson. And to top it all of he let me do the test the next day and rounded my grades
Without a doubt, it has to be my seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Thompson. That woman is a force of nature, in all the best ways! In seventh grade, I started at a brand new charter school in its very first year. We didn't even have a proper building, just those mobile office things. With a single class per grade, this school was barely on its feet, and I was a very bright kid, but only recently diagnosed as autistic, so at 12 I was worn out with a lifetime of struggling socially. Then, Mrs. Thompson swooped into my life. She was loving, vivacious, exciting, and had a real passion for teaching. We NEVER spent a day solely sitting and being lectured. We would dance and act out phonetic pronunciation lessons, recite and act a poem, participate in groups for math, and she required book reports to be in various forms, so that kids who struggled with writing them could have one report like a poem or diorama to get a better grade and feel more confident. But the absolute best thing we did was our Living History Museum!!! We were split into small groups and each picked an ancient civilization. Then we researched it thoroughly,are costumes and props, and we turned the classroom into a museum! Huge cardboard panels were used as walls that each group decorated with a timeline and interesting facts. My group had ancient China, and we wore costumes, and gave live lessons to our classmates, then other classes in the school, and even TV news crews came! As an early teen, that was incredible. But the best part about Mrs. Thompson was how much she cared. Every day as we went home, we lined up at the door and she'd hug us goodbye. Some of the boys were too "cool" for hugs, so she high fived them... But on the last day of the year, every single one of my classmates hugged her tightly as we went home. I was in seventh grade in 2001... So not only did she help me feel accepted in school, she helped 29 pre-teens deal with the attacks on 9/11. We were old enough to be aware of what was happening, but not to understand. Plus, we were hormonal, awkward, and our parents' fear was scaring us. On that day, we had no classes. She talked to us, comforted us, and helped us work out our feelings. I will remember and love her until the day I die. You are a miracle, Mrs. Thompson.
When I was in NerdSchool it did not take much to be my favorite teacher: a smile, nice words, small amounts of attention. One History teacher, in particular, embodied all those things. I desired to be part of the back wall, seldom noticed. But 30 years later we met again and he remembered my name. Certainly, a wonderful teacher.
We finished everything early but there were still a few minutes of class left, so he pulled out a guitar and started playing us stuff.
I like most of my teachers so i can't choose a favorite but two that stand out are 1) My current Homeroom teacher because she is AWESOME and she loves to joke around with us but also get stuff done and she's pretty chill about us just doing whatever in Homeroom, even if theres something we actually have to do she always makes it fun. 2) My first grade teacher, because she always did a read aloud at the end of the day from a chapter book, and it was usually like a 2nd-3rd grade book, but when she got to the last book she was going to read us that year, she would let me sit in front of the class and read the read-aloud to everyone else, and she would stand behind me and listen and help if there was a big word i didn't know or something AND I LOVED IT because i got to read higher-level stuff and i also wanna be a teacher when i'm older so it was pretty cool :)
He lets us pick out a tie for him to wear and they all have crazy cartoons on them.
She's funny, she lets you take tests multiple times, we get a 'chatty recess' during online school after lunch, she makes work fun, etc
I like teachers that don't like suck-ups and people that are trying to get attention from you.
My music teacher give us HOMEWORK to listen to music for a whole week and go out in the snow. BEST. TEACHER. EVER!!!
I’ve had lots of teachers, but my favorite one(That I can remember) is my Mrs. M from 5th grade. She’s my favorite just because she was really kind, and the school she taught at was by far my favorite out of all the schools I’ve been to (a lot) One of the things I remember the most about her was the way she always was fun, but had a slight strict side. I also remember her smile quite well.
My 7th grade English Teacher saw my Harry Potter keychain on my back pack and immediately took off her shoes to show me her socks that had Ron Weasley’s face on them!
I took an independent history class in high school. That meant I met for one period a day with the teacher one on one. One day in December I was waiting in his classroom and he walked into the classroom and ordered me to get up, put my coat on, and follow him out of the building. I was confused as to what the heck was going on but I went along with it. We walked outside the school and to his car and he told me to get in and I did. Keep in mind this was 30 years ago, I wasn’t worried about anything sinister going on.
So we went for a drive. He never said where we were goin and I never asked. We ended up at the grocery store I worked and he said come with me and I did. He went to the back of the store and bought several whole hams. I was totally baffled as to what was going on but I went along with it. He paid for the hams and had me take them to the car. We went in the car for another short drive. He pulled up to a building and told me to take the hams in there and give them to them.
I gathered them up and took them in and realized that the building was the local food pantry. He himself never went in. The ride back to school it was in silence. We got back to school and it was time for the class to be over. I left the class and he never mentioned what had happened.
After that, I never looked at the little gruff teacher the same way again. It has shaped the way I donate time and money. I try and do it as low-key as he did. Not because I want recognition, but because it’s right. For that, Mr. Turpin became my favorite teacher.
He was funny. And nice.
My favorite teacher is my ELA/Reading/Science teacher because when we were going over Metabolism he called everyone 'Doctor' and when we were learning about magnetic fields I won a competition and he gave me a free pizza. He also (for ELA class) picks very interesting books for us to read.
She was my 2nd grade teacher. She would give us bubble things if we did good and me and my friend got a plushie when we got the highest score on a MAP test and when we had substitutes she picked the best ones. She did the best halloween trunk or treat thing
One of my favorite teachers was strict enough to stop me from procrastinating, she made everything fun and interesting, and was willing to take a day off and push back due dates if we felt overwhelmed by our work.
My math teacher has a sense of humour and he was chill when the topic of hiding dead bodies came into view, and it was like a little joke.
He's funny, he made class fun, he did cool things, he was my 3rd grade teacher AND my 7th grade math teacher, he was just super cool.
my 4th grade teacher. she was really funny and taught us things that we weren't supposed to learn till later. I remember one time I was in the 5th grade, and hadn't finished my black history wax museum month project; we were supposed to present it to kids that morning, and I STILL hadn't finished; I had to write a 4-5 paragraph essay and complete a poster board and all I had was a paragraph on my essay; I got to my school super early and rushed to her room and said"help i haven't finished my project please help" like it was a run-on sentence; and so my teacher and her second graders (she had switched grades) helped me write my essay and finish my poster. She also has a book called alien dude. its for little kids so if you have some children please check it out. Love you Mrs.Smith!!!
there was one teacher who only cared about the grades and made me hate my math classes until this one teacher
6th grade music and 8th grade art teachers. They made the class hard, gave us homework; the music teacher made us play many instruments and complete a whole book of theory, the art teacher taught us gesture drawings and made us get tons of practice. Many people didn't like them for giving too much work. I loved how they turned the "do nothing and get an A" classes into something interesting and gave us a chance to learn.
My English teacher is my favourite teacher because in her first class teacher he us this year, she first agreed how we were doing, agreed how our mood is, and also added a few questions that actually made sense.
She also gave us assignments that I enjoy, and even though it takes some hard effort, my result of the work will always be welcomed by her. She She once sent an email to my parents, saying how I stayed in class to help one of my classmates. She's literally the cool teacher.
One of my current teachers always makes the class fun and turned even the most boring topics into a fun experience. He also deeply cares about his students and respects everyone no matter who they are. He was also interested in our interests and is always willing to listen to us ramble on about random things and our wins, losses, successes, failures and everything in between.
He's well liked by pretty much everyone in the school
She was my drama teacher, and she just made me feel accepted, but also helped me work towards things that I could have never accomplished otherwise. She helped me when I had very low self esteem, and gave me compliments every time I saw her. She also gave me constructive criticism in an actual constructive way, and never made me feel bad about whatever I did wrong. I always joke that the second I walked into her classroom, I knew that she was going to be my favorite teacher.
She was my music teacher and she would tell us that we had a right to sing and dance and that are voices were better than any pop star we heard on the radio! Now I love to dance and sing and I feel better about who I am! She also treated us like equals!
Where to begin, I know it is about teachers, but I want to give a shout-out to my favorite bus driver. She would give us candy on holidays and she gave us pizza and root beer on the last day of school. Once in music class we were singing a song that sounded like a song that would be played at a funeral, so when he sent us outside to practice, we pretended that someone just died, and when he came out to check on us, he thought we were crazy but joined in and later on the ground, like we were at his funeral. I also had a teacher who I loved like crazy, he made learning fun, and I was his favorite student (after my sister who was a TA for him a couple years later. I was know as "gunter jr." I even made him a couple cookies. And when we had to do an assignment on a poster, I did it on a cake for the rest of his classes to eat.
In 1985 my parents forced me into an AP English class my freshman year of high school. I wasn't a very good student and consistently made Cs and Ds. Despite this, I learned more about writing that year from Mr. Mullen, than I had before or since. He was also the theater teacher, and I did a couple one-act plays under his direction. When I tried to sign up for "Theater Tech" (operating the lights, building sets, etc.) he came to me and said "No, you're going into theater workshop" which was the advanced acting class. Did it for the next three years, and loved it. I never became an "Actor", but having that experience on stage gave me more confidence, and the ability to speak publicly, than any other experience in my life.
I hunted him down a few months ago, and had a great conversation. He invited me to his house in Maine next summer. Great guy.
He was intimidating when I was 15, but in retrospect he was just a great,
demanding, challenging, teacher.
1978, 4th grade, Mr. Slugg. He was a huge guy with a beer belly, massive beard and drove a Harley Davidson that he would fire up at recess and let us rev the engine. For Halloween, he dressed up in all leather with the patches on his vest, etc. The man looked like he ate kittens for breakfast. However, he was the kindest, gentlest soul. Every day after lunch, when we were all pretty wound-up, he would turn the lights off in class, make us put our heads down on our desks and he'd read to us (usually a Great Brain book or a Judy Bloom book) for about 20 minutes or so. Totally calmed us down and ready to learn again. For Christmas, he bought every single one of us a book that he thought we'd like or the character had something in common with me, or you get the picture. The year I made him a quilted 9 square pillow in black, red, and white corduroy with the help of my mom. But I quilted it myself! Best teacher ever!!!
I also had a Political Science teacher in college who actually made the subject interesting and challenging. I left a message stating just that on one of my "white papers" and he appreciated it. Turns out, he was chosen as one of the very best teachers at that college.
When I was in the third grade I had a teacher named Toby (we were on a first-name basis in that school) and she was amazing. Kind let kids hang out in her class during lunch, and was very funny. One time I was really upset because I was so busy reading a book the night before ( harry potter if you were wondering) that I had forgotten my homework. I went into class visibly guilty and apologetic with my mom and explained the situation. She immediately said she thought it was ok, she would excuse me from this assignment ( a one-time offer), and admired my joy for reading :). Also later she invited my family and me to her house to watch the 2016 election, and we cried together :).
Mrs. Ryckman and our 6/7 grade made space ships for the NASA Perseverance launch. She became friends with an engineer and she said she would get us ALL NASA sweaters with the autographs of the engineers who helped launch Curiosity’s friend onto Mars! SHE IS THE BEST
I wasn't great at maths as a kid, struggled a bit with abstract concepts and had a few very discouraging teachers, and I got average results. It didn't bother me much as I was more interested in the arts and sciences.
Anyway, there's a test that helps determine what class you are in for the final two years leading up to GCSE exams. I knew that if I did well, I'd get into the better classes, and have a better chance of doing well... So I worked really hard and scraped a good enough grade to get into the 'top set', where I met my favourite teacher, Mrs Williams. She just knew how to make us actually understand maths, not just memorize formulae, I went from struggling to be average to getting the highest grade (A*) in the end, which really opened doors for me when moving on to Further Education, but I mostly remember her for making the classroom a place that I wanted to be, for never embarrassing students for asking questions, for making me really enthusiastic to learn, and (not subject specific, but very memorably) for teaching me how to spell 'necessary' when she saw I'd misspelled it by leaning over and muttering, quite close to my ear "never eat cakes- eat salmon sandwiches and remain young!" then walking off without another word. Cool human, great teacher.
She treated me and her like best friends. She was always joking with me and she told me stuff that she didn’t want my classmates to hear. Looking back on it, I think the other kids were kind of annoyed on how close we were...
My freshman year English teacher was just plain awesome! She always had ways of making the reading more fun. Like people taking roles to break up the monotony. When we studied Shakespeare, we built a replica of the Globe Theater. Stuff like that. She easy to talk to also & seemed more like a confidant than a teacher.
she understands me.
I've got 2. I met Mrs. Clarke through SCA in 6th grade and had her for science in 8th. She's so supportive and happy. I also favorite Mr. Howell, my 7th grade prealg. Teacher. He's the kind of person you just like right off the bat. I'm his favorite, and he's mine, so it works 😊 not downing all the others, though. You all are great!!!
Misses Oswald who had the gentle scent of cigarette smoke, coffee and perfume, read to us everyday even though we were old enough to read ourselves, story time is always relaxing (as the plethora and popularity of audiobooks and podcasts proves). She also played piano (she had one in the classroom) & taught us fun songs from the 1940’s. Also my independent study teacher Ms. Grosso who taught me meditation practice (now I work in an elementary school and 1st graders are being taught meditation which I think is great). In college I had an awesome experience learning African American history with a very knowledgeable and helpful professor who hand wrote his tests and photocopied them and always added a couple extra credit questions at the end which were funny random nonsense questions like: Blue or Purple? Because of his dynamic personality, thoughtful approach to the serious subject matter and charismatic speaking voice it was extra motivation to attend class (which was always full) and want to learn. He definitely stands out as a great teacher and gave me a much better appreciation for what it was like to be Black in America as well as a comprehensive history of slavery.
i had this teacher in grade 4. once a month, she will take us to Tim Hortons to get a frozen lemonade. once she took us to her house cuz she only lived a 10 minute walk from the school.
My seventh grade science teacher would bring live animals that he would catch around our North Florida area into our classroom for us. Seeing a 100+-pound snapping turtle up close, touching a 10-foot-long boa constrictor, learning how to find salamanders during heavy rains, and witnessing baby opposums suckling inside their mother's pouch spurred a deep appreciation for our natural world and a life-long passion for conservation.
Before entering the 7th grade, I heard stories of how mean the science teacher was, Mrs. Bowers. Turns out, she just ran a very organized class, but it was not hard to pass if you at least attempted the work. She definitely knew her stuff and you could tell she had a huge passion for science and teaching. I appreciated how much work she put into every lesson. The projects and experiments she gave us were epic! She also wore different earrings everyday, each according to the subject we were studying (think Ms. Frizzle). The day before an exam, was review day, which meant she would transform the whiteboard into a Jeopardy board and bust out the buzzards. Needless to say, she’s my all-time favorite teacher :)
I had a fourth grade teacher named Mr.Minobe. I had terrible anger issues and panic attacks so I would throw a lot of tantrums. I was also overly sensitive and would cry over the smallest things. Most teachers would call your parents or the principal if that happened even once. And did my teacher do that? Nope. Instead, he would calm me down and talk to me outside of class and reassure me that everything was okay. Also, I was in the higher classes because I was a pretty smart kid but I had a hard time getting the hang of the material. This is where most of the crying and tantrums came in. He didn't dismiss me or take to the lower classes, he made time for me and made sure I understood. He had a good sense of humor that could make a rock laugh and made me laugh and forget about what I was mad at. I never realized how much he helped control my anger and panic attacks until I was older when I hardily got threw things or cried due to being angry
I was really struggling in maths in year 8, my teacher hated me cause i messed up in something else. I stopped answering questions and did okay but never great, then in year 9, I moved to the high school and got a really good teacher and she's really helping me improve my confidence
They always used to tell us random stories. We would be doing English and somehow find ourselves talking about hedgehogs. He once did a cartwheel (and nearly kicked a girl in the face in the process). We did a fun game where he asked us maths questions and we’d have to answer them as quickly as possible. One time we all got our question right so he stood up on a desk and shouted, ‘YES!’. He used to be in a band. You’d think I’d barely learn anything but I actually learned loads. We were learning about different triangles and he would give them funny voices and faces Athena he drew them on the board.
One of my teachers, Ms. Flick, is my Chemistry teacher. She always makes sure her students are caught up, is willing to let students have second chances, actually cares about us, and teaches by the belief that an assignment isn't complete until the student understands the concept, leading to us being able to correct tests, quizzes, and HW assignments that we did poorly on. Most of these are great but the fact that she is willing to sit and listen to me vent is simply amazing, especially since I had a few teachers in the past that couldn't care less. Love you, Ms. Flick!!
i would not say I was the favorite but just being nice and DOING WORK AND PAYING ATTENTION works all the time.
I went to school at an old one-room school with all 8 grades under one teacher. She was really great, an Irish lady who played piano so we could sing and who read books to us at the end of each day. She was a no-nonsense person, but a super good teacher. I got in trouble for something one day and she made me stay late and write in chalk on the blackboard 100 times, "I won't..........." (a full sentence). My brother and sister had to wait so we could walk our 2 miles home together and my hands were just shaking in fear for being caught in a mistake. I became such a perfectionist that I feared making any sort of mistake all the rest of my life.
My 5th grade math teacher made math really easy for us to understand and she joked around a lot.
Early on at junior college I had a prof who was nearly 180 apart from me in ideology and in interpretation of facts. I would call him on what I felt were misinterpretations and then argue alternate views. Instead of shutting me down or cancelling he engaged and in so doing helped a neophyte "learn how to learn." In a revolution we'd have been on opposite barricades and still would be today. But he embodied respect, tolerance, and scholarship, and so I owe a large debt in return for what he taught me.
I had this biology teacher in my last year of high school that was really amazing. He had a way to teach his class that made everybody interested. He was so inspiring that I continued studying biology at university and now, over 15 years later, I hold a PhD in biology and have just found a great researcher job.
she took me and my friends to maccas in the middle of class
my teacher has never gotten mad and was always willing to help me with anything.
Her belief in me. I’d been disorganized for basically my whole life. My parents just kept yelling at me for it, I’d basically given up on myself for it. I didn’t really think I could have a system- I kind of just decided I would forever be a mess. Well halfway through the year I was practically failing her class. I figured she’d given up on me the same I had. But she saw my mess of papers and homework and failed assignments and she told me to meet her in the morning. The following morning she walked me through building a binder for my work. She encouraged my creativity. She told me to doodle my reminders and make my binder as colorful as I liked so I’d remember my work. And she never gave up on me through the rest of the year. I might not be the same organized as other people, but she helped me get organized in my own way.
She was really nice and helped me so much with my drumming and helped my band actually get somewhere!
sorry I am clearly tired and can't read the question I liked almost all my teachers. most of them made learning fun