For me, Slater Brockman!

My Dad.

I never had a teacher.

James R Mueller at Cal Poly SLO. Three courses of calculus including an experimental graduate course on perturbations. A Cal Tech PHD that was a brilliant instructor that enjoyed playing banjo around the fire at the beach with us.

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When you say ..."had"..... ? ? ?

In a scholastic setting, I've had two outstanding teachers.

One in the sixth grade for General Science. The name was Mr. Tiffany, and even though he was a very diminutive fellow he was respected and a very good teacher. He was involved in the very first television broadcast in Boston back in the late 40s or early 50s.

Another great teacher was a math professor at UT El Paso in the early 80s. Her name was Peeples, and I'd never had a math teacher who was so lucid. I wish I'd been able to get in her classes for the higher levels math classes. I had crap teachers for calculus.

I had several. One in middle school - don't recall his name but he was a great man, taught history, and did right by kids. He loaned me lunch money when I forgot mine at home. He saw me outside the cafeteria and asked why I wasn't eating. I told him I had forgotten my lunch money, and without even flinching he pulled the money out of his pocket and gave it to me.
In HS, Mr West. He taught history and told us stories. He entertained the hell out of us and taught us at the same time. That's the way it's supposed to be done!
We thought he was ancient but he was probably about 55 at the time. He always wore a dark suit, white shirt and a pencil thin necktie. He looked like a skinny version of LBJ. This was the late 70's.

Then, there was Ms Dillard for English. The first divorcee I ever really knew. She was probably late 30s, and smoking hot. Her son was one year behind me in school. It was pretty uncommon to have a divorced teacher in those days.

We got a new kid in Ms. Dillard's class from somewhere up North. He was a class clown, and was always coaxing people to throw things from across the room, and he would catch them in his mouth. Peanuts, M&M's, you name it - that boy could catch it in his mouth! He was always interrupting class doing this s***!
Miss Dillard got tired of his shenanigans one day, and said from the front of the room, "here catch this!", and threw a piece of chalk toward him. Lo and behold he caught it in his mouth and swallowed it. It lodged in his throat and he started gasping for air and turning blue! A couple of us bigger guys grabbed him by his ankles, and no joke, hung him upside down and pounded his head on the floor until he coughed up the piece of chalk!
Mrs. Dillard was horrified, and told us that she would be fired if anybody knew what had happened. Nobody ever breathed a word about it!

The Paraclete. Easily and decisively.

#1 Dad
#2His Mom, My Grandmother
#3 life

#1 Dad
#2His Mom, My Grandmother
#3 life

I went to an old rural 1 room school. I had the same teacher (Ida Kubat) for 6 years before the school got consolidated, and we had to go to a regular school in town. Also for the 6 years I went, I was the only kid in my grade.

It was 1 mile through the woods to get to school and often I was allowed to bring my .22 to school for the walk home when I could work in a squirrel hunt. Talk about a step back in time.

WS

Not sure he was the best, but he made a lasting impression...had my respect.....couldn't have begun to argue a grade on a close call....

Norman Book...Clemson University......building science professor....I had the good fortune to take statics and steel design under him.........you did not miss his class nor fall asleep during attendance.....

I majored in architecture and he didn't miss an opportunity to ridicule the arch folks....I thought that was hilarious to no end.

Mr. Krill.

3rd, 4th, and 5th. He was the spitting image of Mr. Kotter.

I suspect you get held back that many times, you are bound to develop a fondness.

Mary Kay Letourneau

Ruby Thompson 9th grade English in Garland Utah. 66-67 school year.

Myself and a few great authors.

Very similar, only there was two in my class. About 15 total in the school, and three were my brothers I went all eight years to that one room country school. They closed it a in 1966, year after I finished my eight grades.
I would not classify any of the three women teachers I had over the eight years as really good.

What a great story. You should write that down

Had a couple but one stands out in particular. Well she wasn’t a teacher yet but I still had her. Does that count?

How come no-one has said "Happy Camper"? He does provide videos too!

Snuff porn featuring angry preachers.

My dad. He turned 100 years old last March and is presently on his deathbed. I'm hoping he will survive the night.

Prayers in progress for your dad.

Praying for the best possible outcome for you both - 100 years is bounty of blessings

2nd Grade had been absolute hell for me. I'd been given over to a pair of absolute witches that made my life miserable. They hated little boys and they despised me for being a smart one. It made me resentful, and I sought revenge. The one lady took early retirement. The other was still talking about me 15 years later. I worked her over but good.

My mom was a primary school teacher. She recognized that I'd gotten hardened by the experience. She went up the summer before 3rd Grade and talked to my new teacher Mrs. Hensel. She told her I needed a good experience in 3rd Grade to get me turned around. Mrs. Hensel did just that.

By this time, teachers were "The Enemy" to me. I quickly found out Mrs. Hensel's weak spot. She had a supreme dislike for spiders. Me? I had a Mattel Thingmaker. I started cranking out plastic spiders and working them into her clothes, her desk, her books. That was just the start. Hensel never gave up on me. It helped that her husband was my Cub Scout Pack Leader. She gave me special attention and got me back on the right track. I always was a bit of a $hit to teachers from then on, but at least she got me toned down a notch or two.

The one thing Hensel did that left the most lasting impression on me was to give me license to seek knowledge for myself. I'd already gone through the entirety of the juvenile section of the Library. My mom had to go up and demand that I had access to the adult stacks. Mrs. Hensel let me go. I was free to read and explore as I wanted as long as I stayed with the class on the projects and tests and stuff.

My grandfather and my dad....
Both taught me plenty that I needed to succeed in life and to simply get by.

Pain.

Mom and Dad!

Teachers are losers.

Actually, I was kicked out of third grade.

I started young......

mr. smith,shop teacher at fort defiance high school in 1972. in shop class the first 6 weeks was drafting . he gave us a book with 6 weeks worth of learning to draw blueprints. it was like kids play to me. finished the whole book in a week or so and gave it to him. that day after class he came to me and said that he was going to start me in the shop making projects the next day. i made all kind of stuff for him from wood and metal. he was the only teacher i had in school that acted like he really cared . until then i was just a kid that could care less about school. i often wonder where i'd be today without him . we became great friends and i visited him at school after i had graduated in 1976. mr smith was also one of the few black friends i had back then. he was a great teacher and a good man.

I am Praying for both of you .

Dr. Carlotta Beyers, freshman English professor at Utah State University. She set the standard high, no mediocrity. I remember the note she scrawled over the top of one of my first compositions, "A TREE HAD TO DIE FOR THIS???"

And you grew up to be a retard.

-The End

Lol!!!!
Most of em have never left academia since kindergarten.
Never have put many of them on a pedestal.
Especially since they had the book with all the answers to begin with.
You had to go to college to get the answer book huh???
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The ones I had that were vets were respected, but they were few and far inbetween.
I always liked History in school.
Did really well at it.
Bout the only subject outside of wood or auto shop I cared for and wanted to excell at.
Teachers of other subjects would get pizzed off at me cause I had a photographic memory and would only have to read or look at something once and put minimal effort into a subject to pass with B,s easily.
Several of em asked why dont you put more effort into your grades and you could be straight A student.

Schitt...
I blackmailed the schitt outta my freshman english teacher after me and 2 of my buds caught him fu cking one of the girls in my class.
Dick in pussy in the woods .
Scumball.
Mid 30,s wife, 3 kids, Fughing a 15 yr old girl.
Do enough on a quiz or test to get a 10 score.
Leave the rest blank.
He would grade em.
Pass em out.
Write another 0 behind the 10.
Got up to his desk put the paper back down and just go back to my desk.
Got a B for the year.
Never turned in a homework assignment either that year.

Other teachers effort question to me.
They didnt like my answer about being 1st in things that dont count for anything I intend to do in my life and this is just a stage in life I have to do to get out of here.
Not exactly in those words.
But being 1st in things that don't count most def was.
It was a innuendo intended insult from me.

I missed 44 days of school 79 80 my junior year.
Almost 30 of em from oct 1 thru end of Nov.
Parents go to work.
Them thinking I'm gonna walk or take bus to school after they leave.
Schitt.....
Im going partridge ( ruffed grouse ) or deer hunting.

That schit came to a screeching halt when the dumbazz Asst Principle and front office figured out I was forging mommy sick notes.
Gawd you people are stupid.....

Me, mom and dad, Mr Jackson the asst principle little mtg in his office one day.
Everyday I skipped would equal 10hrs detention..

Well homie wasnt playing that game.
And homie had stacked enough credits the 1st 3 yrs to just take a math, english, PE, and a filler ( art) to have 24 class periods out of 40 a week.
Rest were study halls and if ya had 1 study hall or 2 back to back at end of day.
Early dismiss at 1220 or 120.
I had at least 1 study hall at end of day each day after I got the stupid as fugg check the block guidance counselor to redo my schedule.
Guidance counselors are even a dumber form of a teacher.
Usually a failed teacher which is kinda hard to believe 🤣🤣🤣

Anyways......

Mr. Wilcox freshman home room and history teacher.
Korean war vet Infantryman 23rd Inf Rgt Chipyong-Ni.
Said they killed alot of Chinks.
Alot.......

He always messed with me and a couple of my friends.
Banter type of stuff, good natured busting on us stuff.
Other students were just students to him.
Some of you probably know what I mean.

Kinda a Karma thing my 3rd tour in Korea, we set up a battle staff tour of Chipyong- Ni for the staffs of The ROK Army, 2ID, and 8th Army.

Walking around that perimeter seeing the old fox holes and artillery and armour fighting positions, thought of where he might been on the line as a 19 yr old grunt back then.
Explaining the sequence of events and actions in our assigned sectors to these staffs touring the battlefield as they came through.
I think Mr Wilcox would have been proud of me.
The Smart Stoner kid didn't fail at life after all.
Graduated 76 out of 212 with only the effort I wanted to do.
Not what teachers as a whole expected or required me to do.

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There have been quite a few. Mr. Pete Aranda. Metal shop. One of the first teachers that ever spoke to me like an adult. He was a true bad ass, former Marine and Osage NA. I mean he could fight. He should have been a hand to hand combat instructor in the Marine Corps instead of a truck driver. He got jumped after school by 3 students and when he could see they weren't playing he went to work. He knocked on guys tooth out. The next morning here comes the kid and his dad. Pete thought he had the shortest teaching career ever and now he might have to fight the dad. The dad shook his hand and said the kids had it coming and don't let up if it happened again. He is an amazing man and had something that can't be taught in college. He helped more than a few guys out of bad situations at home, one guy whose father was an abusive drunk. He could weld well enough and Pete knew people at Utility Trailer that he could get the guy a job that would get him away from his father. Lots of kids would stop by his class after school just to kind of unload. He helped more people out than any guidance counselor on school campus.

My Chemistry teacher my Junior year of high school. Mostly because he wasn't afraid to hold you accountable and didn't sugarcoat his opinion on what he thought your future held.

Unfortunately I was much older before I ever realized what kind of positive influence he had in my life. I went back to my home town years later in part to thank him and I found out he had passed.

And then guess who got slotted as a E7 to occupy a 05 professor of military science MS3 position by the TN board of regents based on a justification of experience letter.
Who also spun that " supposed" murder board interview 360° around on those 3 head hocho,s of "academia".

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I threw out the death by power point cadet command pony blanket POI , created my own POI and Syllabus, and it was all approved by cadet command and the board of regents.
No questions asked.....


07 08 APSU won the MacArthur award for medium sized rotc programs out of 220 ish colleges nationwide.
Based on MS3 cadets performance at summer camp in order to go to their MS4 year and commission.

My 2 daughters in 2013 and 2014.
Had to do dads MS3 POI when they went thru APSU ROTC.


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Dr. Mandeville (Sp?). I think it was 10th grade. Great math teacher. He was only at my school for a year, because as soon as he secured a college teaching gig, he left. Can't blame him, I guess, but the school lost a good teacher when he moved up to teaching college.

Most but not all were lazy and worthless.

Ms. Nina Smoak, 1st grade, Jacksonville, FL. Around 1956. I can see her kind face to this day.

Wabigoon: The best teacher I ever encountered was a Sergeant Instructor at my Police Academy class back in the late 1960's.
He had service stripes half way up his uniform sleeve back then - a more level headed, knowledgeable, dedicated, common sense person I have yet to meet!
I learned more about life and human nature from him in that 4 month long academy than from any other teacher I ever studied under.
Let alone the particulars of law enforcement he taught in the various classes he gave for two hours each day - I wish he had taught for all 8 hours every day!
I was in the honor guard of our department and served at his funeral 25 years later.
I still miss him.
Hold into the wind
VarmintGuy

Ms. Fish, 8th Grade. "Nice (emphasis), nice (emphasis), don't ever use "nice" as an adjective in any paper you turn in to me.

And my drafting teacher. He was a good, and wise, dude.

I was a smart kid and took the smart classes, but I remember him more than the chemistry and calculus teachers.

Emil Praslick took me to my first High-power match. Taught me how to reload.

He ended up a coach for the AMU for years.

Eric Grippa or Tony Hogue. I was a very shy and introverted kid when I hit HS. Mr Grippa (biology) had written his own lyrics to Devil went down to Georgia, about bow hunting. Started an archery club. Was pretty soon after he got out of college, really good dude. Mr Hogue (history) was a wrestling coach and taught history. He took the time to listen to my whacky ideas and questioned me, made me question myself without making me feel like a dumbass or patronizing me. He was fairly young too.

Mr. Coyle. Did double duty as 6th grade teacher and school principal (1968-69).
Former USAF F-101 Voodoo pilot. Snake collector, his classroom had cages with all kinds of snakes (non-poisonous, of course), and encouraged us to handle them and feed them. We learned not to fear them.

The class went on a week-long camping trip (cabins), where we learned a lot about the natural world, and had a blast while we learned.
Lessons that made a big impression on me that remain over 50 years later.

Strictly School Teachers.

Daniel Dereschuk 8 grade Science Teacher

Marine Corp Corporal Machine gunner. Served in the Pacific Theatre in World War II, and was awarded three Purple Hearts and a Bronze Star in acknowledgment of his service. He was one of five men who raised the flag on Okinawa after the island was secured by U.S. Forces. Veteran of the Battle of Sugar Loaf. Exploits documented in many books on the Battle for Okinawa.

Some dumb punkass tried to fûck with him in class one day. Told him to leave report to principal. Kid started screaming at the top of his lungs allsort of profanities and threats. Dereschuck calmly walks over to the kid grabs him in a vice hold around the neck and escorts him to office. Kid punching, kicking and screaming the whole time. Cops called dragged dipshit away in handcuffs.

Every few years Il'l run into an old schoolmate and that story always comes up.

No more of these OG Patriots left in public schools.

Thanks!

Bob Seidenstein
He challenged on a subject I hated, English .
He made me want to read and write above my level.
IMO That’s the mark of a great teacher.