Why was your favorite teacher/coach your favorite?

lost me at non-sexual

Welding and shop teachers let us grill on Fridays. They also let us chew/dip in class

He taught sociology and used to razz me for not getting laid. I was 15.

Looking back, he may have been a creep.

Or keeping it real. Not real sure.

Don't be a push over and don't be a grammar nazi.

My favorite teachers treated me like an individual and did their best to not try to shove a square peg into a round hole. In the business world, study after study shows that the best "management style" is the chameleon that shapes their style to the needs of the employee. Teaching is no different. Tailor your style the individual kid; don't try to drag the kid into your style.

Be as good looking as possible.

Mrs Casselli was my 8th grade English teacher at John Quincy Adams Middle School. By any objective measure, then or now, she was a FOX!

I think she might have been a good teacher, but I'm not really sure. I only remember staring at her stunning beauty for an hour each morning and then thinking about her for the rest of the school day.

Donna Casselli had it going on.

The teachers who had high expectations for the students and showed them they (students) could do more than they thought they could or wanted to.

Sarge was a high school history/psychology teacher who was a legit bad arse. Served in Vietnam and for a time was a DI. He’d show “Full Metal Jacket” and would complain that the R. Lee Ermey character was too soft compared to him. Then he’d rip into a more insane version of Ermey from that film to prove his point. Just for poops and chuckles he kept a disarmed hand grenade in his desk drawer with the pin pulled out propped up against a book and would have disrespectful students get a stapler or something else from that drawer just to keep kids on edge thinking he was insane. He was but he wasn’t. He just wanted to establish a pecking order of “don’t eff around with me” type of vibe.

He spent three years institutionalized before he became a teacher. He never followed a lesson plan and his classes were the type where you never knew what in the hell he was teaching but you learned the subject and a plethora of life lessons. You never ever felt like it was a class. It was just more of hanging out with someone who admittedly killed people in combat.

His college advisor was the same college advisor I had since I pursued a history degree at the same university like he did, We’ve stayed in close contact and I’ve hung out with him as an adult and it’s been nothing but insane. His collection of historically significant firearms is mind boggling. US Navy pistols from 1804, 8mm Japanese pistols with Pearl grips that were only issued to officers, plus tons of other really cool stuff. The most insane stuff are the Vietnamese flags, papers, weapons, etc. that he quite possibly scavenged off of the dead bodies of Viet Cong soldiers.

I found myself as an educator for awhile before I had to get out because of BS political reasons but what worked for me is similar to what worked for Sarge. Allow yourself to be vulnerable and let students see you as a real person. Setting boundaries is essential so that you don’t get yourself fired but giving students a glimpse of who you are allows them to connect.

One was a man that was solid as frick but had a great sense of humor.

The other was a whore that fricked the football team. If you were one of the lucky ones it turned into a threeway with her very curly headed girl friend that also taught chemistry at the highschool.