You know, I don't remember his name, but my Spanish teacher in 9th grade came closer to making me drop out of languages than any other teacher I've ever known. The problem was, I was a 9th grader in Spanish 3 - and no 9th graders ever did that before - but when you start Junior High a year early, you take an extra year of language, and so you end up a year ahead of the rest of your classmates and Senor ____ never let me forget that.
Luckily, I had Senor Pererra for Spanish 4 and he was wonderful. But I didn't take Spanish 5 or 6. :)
I think it's actually quite nice that I don't remember the annoying teacher's name but I do remember the teachers who inspired me. People like:
Mrs. Lewis - I ended up working with her daughter years later, which was also wild
Mr. Duncanson - I wanted to be a writer because of him, even if I never read any of the books he assigned us (I guess I can admit that now...)
Mr. Stretch - Music was fun because of him.
Mrs. Lewis - the other Mrs. Lewis - she used to say she knew that we thought she was a witch, but not with a 'w'. I thought she was just cool, if strict.
