Were you lucky enought o have that ONE good teacher in school?

Question

What memories do you have of him/her? What made them good?

Answer 1

This is a very good question. I'm surprise you have not received more responses.

During my 12 years of elementary and high school, I had two outstanding teachers. One was a woman, one was a man. A few of the others were very good, several were mediocre. Two in particular were mean spirited and physically abusive and should never have been allowed in a classroom. Fortunately, the positive outweighed the negative.

The two outstanding teachers left a lasting impression on me and I regret that I never thought to tell them what a wonderful job they did. Teaching is a job that many attempt, but it really is a gift that only certain people are qualified to do. Although overall I dreaded school, I can remember actually looking forward to attending the classes of the special teachers. Their personalities and techniques opened my mind up for learning, and my grades refected it.

Answer 2

I guess I was lucky. I always had a bunch of good teachers - or at least I got along with all of my teachers. There may have been a few that I had problems learning what they were teaching, but none that were particularly bad - until I had an exchange professor in college that couldnt speak English teaching math - only 1 person in a class of 200 passed that course.... and it wasnt me... it was some guy who understood his language... sheesh...

So I never had that lack to draw on for this "ONE good teacher" experience...

Answer 3

Yes, He was my 8th grade English teacher. He was just the kind who would sit on the end of his desk, sharing stories of humility with us. He always made you feel like you could accomplish anything. His feedback wasn't always positive or sugar-coated. But it was always honest ,sincere and compassionate.

He would have us split into groups and do projects on various cultures and debate the good and the bad of it. Through his many stories, I learned to become less judgmental, and embrace diversities, that I would do better to learn from, than close my eyes to. It's something I still try to practice and share with my grandchildren now.