Mrs. Stover, kindergarten, always seemed very stern to me, but she always took the time to make sure were getting our alphabet and simple math down. She didn't just shoverl stuff at us. She'd actually come to each of us and make sure we 'got it'.
From there we moved a lot, but I don't remember having a hard time until 5th grade. Mr. Torres was one of those teachers who'd pick a couple of favorite students that he wanted to be like a 'buddy' to, and they'd get away with murder while the rest of us had to toe the line. It seemed to me he was very demanding, but I was actually coming up through the backwash of my brothers. John had been first, and he was a high-scorer. Luiz was second, and he didn't do quite so well, to be polite. I was given the expectations of John while being treated like Luiz. Even though I out-scored my brothers (I was in MGM, after all), nothing I did was good enough because I didn't act like he thought I was going to act, i.e., like Luiz. Since we bounced back and forth between the same handful of towns, I was in a lot of classes with teachers who had had my brothers as students. Most were not like Mr. Torres. When they saw that I wasn't Luiz, they were more than happy to give me the advanced work.
By the time I hit high school, I had carved my own path into a school my brothers had never been to. I found that most of my teachers were good in that they knew their subjects and they knew how to teach them. One teacher, however, was such a Shakepeare nut that she was almost dead on everything but medieval literature. The problem was that she had a contagious enthusiasm. She taught us so many subtle nuances about the Canterbury Tales and other similar pieces that we were probably the only handful of teenagers in the country who really really enjoyed it. She was no slouch with Shakespeare, either.
Mr. MacNeil was more of a philosopher than an English teacher, and if you got a bad grade on your work with him, it was easy to feel like you had let him down, that you had failed to grasp the lesson. He was just one of those people that you hate to disappoint. He never just let anybody slide, so you'd think he'd be one of the 'hard' teachers. But no, he had a way of making you want to think.
All in all, I had some pretty awesome teachers. I didn't always get along with them. Some I loathed, but all I respected. I had the opportunity to track a few of them down. I sent them thank you notes.
My one quest now is to find the final resting place of Mrs. Stella Deebles. She had the most profound impact not only on my education but on my life. I went through several schools in several districts in two states, and she was always there. I've contacted the districts, but she was not one of their employees. I think she may have been with the MGM program, but I have no idea how to get any information since the program was shut down in favor of the GATE program. She was an older woman (and not just from a kid's perspective) when I first met her shortly before kindergarten, so I'm sure she's passed on by now. I just want to thank her in person, even if only at her grave.