Which of your teachers made the most impact on your life?

Answer 1

My High School Latin teacher. He taught me Latin I and Latin II, plus he was also my Chemistry and Biology I and Biology II teacher. Therefore, I had him in quite a few of my High School classes and he was a great and intelligent man and had a knack for keeping the students interested in what he was saying to us. :o)

Answer 2

I had 3. The first one was Mrs. Moore and she taught 3rd grade. I couldn't stand her but she kept on doing her thing, rapping me across the knuckles when I'd write a "m" for a "n," giving me "that" look when I underperformed on a math test but smiling broadly when I got an A+ on spelling tests. I was soooo happy when 3rd grade was over because, like most kids, I looked forward to having a new teacher for the next year. Well, things didn't work out that way. Instead, Mrs. Moore moved to 4th grade and guess who got into her class again? I was shocked, but since I knew her it worked out and I felt much more at ease and performed better.
The second most influential teacher was Mr. Hall. He taught 7th grade math, which, if you read the above paragraph might make you think it's not my favorite subject. It's not. I had just moved to a new school, felt awkward and uncomfortable, but Mr. Hall created an atmosphere in which students felt safe asking questions that anyone else might have considered stupid (or given them "that" look). Through his class I gained confidence about my mathematical abilities, though I'm not a whiz.
The third most important teacher was Mrs. Elliott. She was amazing. She taught Latin class at my high school and my pop made me take Latin. That wasn't a great set-up for anyone. I didn't want to be there but both of them were convinced it was good for me. I took three years of Latin from Mrs. Elliott and learned more about the English language through her class. She also taught the AP English class for juniors and I learned alot there too.
These were my best K-12 teachers. I've got a bunch more for university education but think you get the picture. It's about hanging tough, creating a safe yet disciplined atmosphere and being passionate about your subject.

Answer 3

There were 3 that made a huge impact on me.
1) My 8th grade English teacher. She was a lady through and through and expected no less from her students. She encouraged me to write, long after she was no longer my teacher. She was so kind.

2) My 10th grade Science teacher. He was cool and HOT. From him I learned Science is not about equations and that it is all around us. Girls are not "nerdy" for liking Science.

3) My College Creative Writing Professor. She encouraged me to submit my works and was so proud of me the first time I was published. She literally held my hand and jumped up and down with me.

So I am naming a teacher from each phase of education that really made a huge difference in my life.
Peace.

Answer 4

English and Art teacher, made the most impact on me.

Answer 5

There were three, but the one who had the most profound influence on who I am today was my favorite psych professor, Dr. Warner Connick. The other two were my senior year high school English teacher, Art Smith, and the world's zaniest choral director, Phoebe Rockwell.

Mr. Smith challenged me far beyond the rest of his students. He knew I was qualified for AP English, but I was academically disqualified due to my GPA. I know of no other regular high school student from the 1980's whose final term paper was a dissertation of Faust in Olde English from its original German translation.

Mr. Smith was a bit of a male chauvinist, but in a joking manner. His classroom shtick where gender wars were concerned would be considered non-PC in today's educational settings. Still, we had mutual admiration for each other; me knowing he was full of beans, and him knowing I would eventually rise above being a severely troubled addict. It was Mr. Smith who was my strongest advocate when I got suspended for fighting at school only one week before senior finals.

Phoebe was (and probably still is) a kooky, baton-wielding dynamo. We were both new to that high school back in 1981. She had a tough act to follow upon the retirement of the school's former choral director. I was re-entering the public school system following a lengthy involuntary "vacation."

Phoebe was, in some ways, the big sister I never had. She honed my vocal skills to the point where I was accepted for the Maryland state chorus. Again, my academic performance was an issue, registration fees not withstanding. I could write volumes about Phoebe, but I won't.

And dear Doc... Visit the blog entry link below if you really want to know. Life is short. Excellent educators are rare treasures. I owe each of these three, big time. Excelsior.

Answer 6

My parents...they taught me some of lifes most important lessons. I also had a 2nd grade teacher that actually made learning fun for me. I have decided to become a teacher and want to make learning as much of a fun experience for children as I can so they don't dread coming to school. Learning should be fun.

Answer 7

I had a journalism teacher in HS who encouraged me to write. When I got to college I wrote for the school paper, and almost made it a career. The downside of this story was that he drove a Greyhound bus during the summer and was arrested for bank robbery! What a downer!

Answer 8

Life itself was actually the greatest teacher I could have ever had. Every single lesson that has lead me to become the person that I am today I had to learn outside of a school and away from a classroom. Don't get me wrong I admire teachers for their commitment to raising the future generations of leaders and scholars but life gives you those invaluable lessons that shape and mold your path and your ultimate destiny.

Answer 9

Mrs. Anderson. She was my Modern World History teacher in High school. When I was messing up, she still treated me like I wasn't screwing up. And that opened my eyes to how lucky I am now and it won't happen all the time. When I'm luck comes your way, grab it. Otherwise, it won't be your turn in a while.

Answer 10

All the way back to my second grade.. She made a believer in me on how to spell. She would use a peach limb to our legs if we missed a word.. Dont think I became a good speller? I sure did a couple of whacks from that limb..LOL The truth now.. God rest her soul she is gone now but not forgotten.