Those poor, poor "victims."
And an English teacher in 8th grade. She would sit on top of the desk in front of me and read to us. I remember Call of The Wild and Lord of The Flies. She would wear skirts and thigh high stockings. She would begin reading and slowly start to part her legs. She knew I was looking. She would wear white panties and hair would poke out the sides. Sometimes there would be a wet spot. I will never forget her smell. I would get a raging hard on and she would notice and give me a quick smile. It never escalated, and no other kids mentioned it. She looked like Janet from Three's Company.

Most of my teachers were coasting it and hated their lives. I don't exactly blame them.
I did like one teacher a lot, he was a shops teacher and coached the baseball team and was a great all around guy.
But he ended up getting fired after a student sent her boobs to his phone. He reported it immediately but they still put him on leave and eventually fired him. He sued the school and won eventually
Mr. Peto
cool as spanish teacher, made his own comics to help teach.
Tommy Gonzalez
great guy went above and beyond to help me learn JS, without him I might have quit
Lu aka @Sinister
very dedicated boxing coach that is always trying to find the best and most authentic way to teach his students. He cares enough to learn about teaching and why things work to really teach people to do it themselves
Mrs V, my 8th grade English teacher. We're still friends with her & Mr V, the 8th grade math teacher. She genuinely cared & loved her job. Good teacher & could relate to her students.
One time I decided to skip school with 2 friends. A few blocks from school I heard someone call my name. I look around & there is Mrs V. She asked me what I was doing & said skipping school.
She said, like hell you are. Get in the car. I asked what about my friends? She says, I'm taking you back to school. I don't care about your friends because they'll not do much with their lives. She was right. I served detention & didn't skip again until high school.
I befriended the principal who was also a historian. He invited me and some other students to his home and show off his art collection from WW2. And talked about history and the various meaning of the pieces.
He was also a local politician and really cared for the local community. I remember a case where the local govt wanted to build an ugly bridge for no reason instead of a tunnel made him depressed.
Good teacher that showed how involved you can be whether you are a teacher, mentor, historian or politcian, or whatever it is you’re doing.
Mrs. Smith, my junior high English teacher.
I was a terrible student. And I would test all my teachers. The ones that bought my bullshit excuses only got more excuses and me acting out more in their classes.
I made it all the way to 7th grade before I ran into a teacher that simply didn't buy into bullshit. And that class was hard, she gave a shit ton of homework too. And it was the type of homework that was repetitive. It drilled the material into your head. It was very structured. You always knew what was expected and the consequences of not doing it.
But oddly enough, that was the ONLY class where I gave effort. The rest of my teachers could go eat a dick. But I sure as hell wasn't going to slack off in Mrs Smith's class.
And I never once talked back to her either.
It's funny, you'd think that a young trouble maker like me would connect with the young cool teacher, but no. I hated those people. Mrs. Smith was old as dirt and had a reputation for being mean. But God I loved that woman. She was literally the first teacher I respected and the first person that taught me how to learn, and that actions have consequences. Literally changed my life.
Thank you all for sharing, it is really incredible how much a good teacher can influence you, especially in your formative years. Speaking of "hot" teachers, I had a Spanish teacher in 8th grade who was very mousy and thin, but was stacked with wonderful breasts and a great behind with a tiny waist. We were studying the history of Central America and me and my stupid friends messed with and convinced her there was another society besides the Toltecs and Aztecs, they were named the Schmoltecs. Somehow she actually bought it, as unbelievably stupid as it sounds.2 I can think of. I had a college Prof for a Modern Art Appreciation class. Changed my life. Made me love and appreciate art and the masters, as well as the quirky experimentalists. Came to love Mondrian, Dali, Manet, Monet, Kandinsky, Warhol, Hopper, Chagall, Picasso, Van Gogh, Magritte, Klimt, Miro so many more.
And an English teacher in 8th grade. She would sit on top of the desk in front of me and read to us. I remember Call of The Wild and Lord of The Flies. She would wear skirts and thigh high stockings. She would begin reading and slowly start to part her legs. She knew I was looking. She would wear white panties and hair would poke out the sides. Sometimes there would be a wet spot. I will never forget her smell. I would get a raging hard on and she would notice and give me a quick smile. It never escalated, and no other kids mentioned it. She looked like Janet from Three's Company.