Once my teacher lie to my parents about a bad note, I payed her getting a much better note next month and I will never forget that time...
Every teacher I ever had did something wonderful for me. They taught me what they were paid to teach me. We didn't sit around worrying about some ridiculous bad omen on any particular day. We enjoyed being taught things that we needed to know. My teachers did not need to be concerned about someone suing him/her because of some absurd action. I am so thankful that I grew up at the time I did. Things made more sense back then. No one took guns to school, and no one knew what the heck drugs were. I would have thought that that meant medicines. A child was not promoted to the next grade if they spoke bad English or didn't know good grammar., and I am talking about English speaking kids. Sex was something that belonged to the adults. We were very busy having happy childhoods, to be concerned with that. I remember the names of all my wonderful teachers and I will always be thankful for the knowledge that they imparted to me. I'm glad you asked this question, friend.
Erm that is relatively difficult because of the fact the lecturers are purely terrible at my college, properly while my Nana died of maximum cancers i presumed that grew to become into undesirable adequate yet then i chanced on that I wasn't aloud to verify 6 of my kinfolk anymore by way of will and my instructor pronounced if I felt unhappy at any component even throughout the time of a lesson would desire to take a seat down in her place of work.
i was doing some undergrad research for a prof in chemistry and i spilled a bunch of acid in my lap. i ran to the sink and poured water all over myself to dilute it while everyone around me freaked out. i went to look for my prof (we'll call him prof A) and ran into another prof (prof B) outside. he asked me what had happened because i was dripping wet and looked like i had peed my pants. i told him what happened and he told me the same thing happened to him when he was an undergrad except when he did it he didn't know it and the whole crotch of his pants and underwear were burned away. he didn't realize that until he walked all the way across campus and his roommate commented on it and how all his "bits" were hanging out for the world to see. i immediately felt better because the man (prof B) that was telling me this a beloved member of the chemistry faculty and has a building named after him. i figured if HE can do something like this, perhaps i'm not so stupid after all. the prof (prof A) i was working for didn't seem to see it that way however as i haven't been asked back, but that's ok with me. prof B made me feel soooo much better by telling me his embarrassing story.
My French teacher in 9th grade was always willing to talk to me when I was having trouble with something. She was almost like my best friend that year and I told her a lot of things that I didn't want to tell others. My 9th grade English teacher did this for me too sometimes.