My favorite teacher is Mr. Elliott, my 11th grade Government teacher. He taught us critical thinking skills and he also led the community service program and instilled in me a wider worldview, empathy for others, and a lifelong love of service.
One of my favorite teachers was a college professor (the late Dr. Gad Bensinger) in the late 1970s who taught a course on the Chicago/Cook County Criminal Justice System at Loyola University of Chicago - my undergraduate alma mater. He was very demanding, and the course was so difficult...but I learned so much from him, and it really demonstrated to me that even though we all loved the easy courses in college, there was something to be said for actually learning and being instructed!
My favorite teacher was in grade school, in a small town in PA - Mr. Neiddu. He made history come alive for us and had so many games that he created for us to be entertained while we learned. It's been over 45 years and I still think about how much I owe him as a teacher, and a great man.
My favorite teacher was my high school English teacher, Mr. Bogardus. His first assignment was Eudora Welty’s “Why I Live at the P.O.” He asked us who thought it was funny, and no one spoke up. “This story is hilarious,” he said. “Read it again tonight and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” That sounds kind of overbearing now that I read it over, but really it was about giving us all the freedom to have fun with our reading and not take capital-L Literature so seriously.
My favorite teacher never actually taught me in a class. She was the school’s drama teacher, in charge of all the school plays and musicals. Although the last time I was on stage for any of the productions was my one and only shot at the middle school musical (because my 8th grade year was the year it stopped being an 8th grade musical and became a middle school musical), in which I was one of a collection of zombies, I was involved in all the other productions, playing in the orchestra for both high school and middle school musicals, working lights and sound for the plays, and painting scenery for everything. Those were some of the most fun days I had through school. And, as with so many of us, she saved me from myself. She’s retiring this June after a 47-year career.
My favourite teacher was actually my elementary school principal. She advocated for me even though I was often late and missed a lot of school. I was bullied and school was not my favourite place to be but she still encouraged me. She was kind and caring and made my later years in elementary school easier to get through.
My favorite teacher was Ms. Isbell in 6th grade. I thought she was beautiful and looked like Julie Andrews and I wanted her to be my mother. She was kind and gentle, soft-spoken but firm. I always looked forward to her class. When I saw her years later I realized she looked nothing like Julie Andrews and maybe not even that attractive so I guess I imagined all that because she was so sweet and kind.
My favorite teacher was a history teacher who taught us we must think for ourselves and don’t take anyone’s word for truth. One day we tried to prove the old adage that if you put a rope around your sleeping bag, a snake will not cross the rope. False!!!!
While I've been blessed with amazing teachers throughout my life (maybe the karma that comes with my grandmother and father being teachers?), my kudos here go to Liz and Kate and Susannah at Portland Culinary Workship (may it rest in power). PCW was where I came to understand that I COULD cook! In fact, I was going to cook in order to learn, and make cheese and bread and pie (oh my) and more. PCW was the first cooking instruction that was hands on - we didn't watch, we did. Empowering in the best possible way and very sadly, PCW ended as a result of the economic hardships resulting from the Covid-19 pandemic. Everytime I pick up a knife (Knife class!!!) I give thanks!
As a middle school counselor and wife of an elementary teacher, I’m surrounded by awesome teachers every day! One of my own favorites was my high school history teacher Mr. Gould. He taught me how to write and a love for the natural world.
Dr. Howard, a history professor at my college really helped shape me as a human. As a professor he really was incredible but it was his faith that hit me the most. Growing up in a small conservative town, the “rightness” of Christianity was just assumed. Dr. Berger was Jewish and the most devout person I’ve ever met. He loved his faith deeply but used it to educate never to judge. He made me realize that there were questions worth asking and that the most important thing anybody is, is human.
My favorite teacher was a professor in my second year of college who opened my entire mind to a system of injustice and inequity BY DESIGN that I’d never been able to see or understand before (also by design). She changed my way of being in the world, gave me critical new vocabulary, modeled how to learn through discomfort, and I’ll be forever grateful to you Dr. Lape!
My favorite teacher was Sister John, my second grade teacher. Looking back I don't think she was more than 21 years old. At the time nuns went into the convent in their early teens. She wore a gray habit that went down to her feet and a white "head dress" that was starched. She was from an Irish American family in the Bronx. Which she probably shouldn't have told us. She had freckles and flaming red hair. The nuns weren't ever supposed to show their hair and we all got to see hers when a strong wind took hear head dress off while she played kick ball with us. The highlight of recess!
She also photographed any important occasion. And while the local Catholic hospital in Port Jefferson was built, she went up on the girders with the workmen and walked around to get good shots of the Long Island Sound. In her habit. Too bad no one got a shot of her doing that.
I'm 70 now and still remember her as the kindest and coolest Nun.
My favorite teachers are actually my medical students. They continually as questions that push me to LEARN more so that I can be better for them. They are funny and supportive even when I don’t know the answer. They use novel strategies to connect with patients that I have incorporated into my practice. My students=best teachers!
My favorite teacher was my AP US History teacher. He challenged us in ways I'm only realizing as an adult. We had to research Supreme Court trials and reargue them. We had to come up with creative final projects about anything in US history that inspired us (mine was feminists through history). And despite being the lowest income and generally lowest performing school in our district, we always had the best AP scores for his class because he taught us what we needed for the test while teaching us how to be kind humans.
My favorite teacher was my fourth grade teacher! She really made me feel seen and special! ⭐️ she was the best.
My favorite teacher is Mr. Elliott, my 11th grade Government teacher. He taught us critical thinking skills and he also led the community service program and instilled in me a wider worldview, empathy for others, and a lifelong love of service.
One of my favorite teachers was a college professor (the late Dr. Gad Bensinger) in the late 1970s who taught a course on the Chicago/Cook County Criminal Justice System at Loyola University of Chicago - my undergraduate alma mater. He was very demanding, and the course was so difficult...but I learned so much from him, and it really demonstrated to me that even though we all loved the easy courses in college, there was something to be said for actually learning and being instructed!
My favorite teacher was in grade school, in a small town in PA - Mr. Neiddu. He made history come alive for us and had so many games that he created for us to be entertained while we learned. It's been over 45 years and I still think about how much I owe him as a teacher, and a great man.
My favorite teacher was my high school English teacher, Mr. Bogardus. His first assignment was Eudora Welty’s “Why I Live at the P.O.” He asked us who thought it was funny, and no one spoke up. “This story is hilarious,” he said. “Read it again tonight and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” That sounds kind of overbearing now that I read it over, but really it was about giving us all the freedom to have fun with our reading and not take capital-L Literature so seriously.
My favorite teacher never actually taught me in a class. She was the school’s drama teacher, in charge of all the school plays and musicals. Although the last time I was on stage for any of the productions was my one and only shot at the middle school musical (because my 8th grade year was the year it stopped being an 8th grade musical and became a middle school musical), in which I was one of a collection of zombies, I was involved in all the other productions, playing in the orchestra for both high school and middle school musicals, working lights and sound for the plays, and painting scenery for everything. Those were some of the most fun days I had through school. And, as with so many of us, she saved me from myself. She’s retiring this June after a 47-year career.
My favourite teacher was actually my elementary school principal. She advocated for me even though I was often late and missed a lot of school. I was bullied and school was not my favourite place to be but she still encouraged me. She was kind and caring and made my later years in elementary school easier to get through.
My favorite teacher was Ms. Isbell in 6th grade. I thought she was beautiful and looked like Julie Andrews and I wanted her to be my mother. She was kind and gentle, soft-spoken but firm. I always looked forward to her class. When I saw her years later I realized she looked nothing like Julie Andrews and maybe not even that attractive so I guess I imagined all that because she was so sweet and kind.
My favorite teacher was a history teacher who taught us we must think for ourselves and don’t take anyone’s word for truth. One day we tried to prove the old adage that if you put a rope around your sleeping bag, a snake will not cross the rope. False!!!!
While I've been blessed with amazing teachers throughout my life (maybe the karma that comes with my grandmother and father being teachers?), my kudos here go to Liz and Kate and Susannah at Portland Culinary Workship (may it rest in power). PCW was where I came to understand that I COULD cook! In fact, I was going to cook in order to learn, and make cheese and bread and pie (oh my) and more. PCW was the first cooking instruction that was hands on - we didn't watch, we did. Empowering in the best possible way and very sadly, PCW ended as a result of the economic hardships resulting from the Covid-19 pandemic. Everytime I pick up a knife (Knife class!!!) I give thanks!
As a middle school counselor and wife of an elementary teacher, I’m surrounded by awesome teachers every day! One of my own favorites was my high school history teacher Mr. Gould. He taught me how to write and a love for the natural world.
Dr. Howard, a history professor at my college really helped shape me as a human. As a professor he really was incredible but it was his faith that hit me the most. Growing up in a small conservative town, the “rightness” of Christianity was just assumed. Dr. Berger was Jewish and the most devout person I’ve ever met. He loved his faith deeply but used it to educate never to judge. He made me realize that there were questions worth asking and that the most important thing anybody is, is human.
My favorite teacher was a professor in my second year of college who opened my entire mind to a system of injustice and inequity BY DESIGN that I’d never been able to see or understand before (also by design). She changed my way of being in the world, gave me critical new vocabulary, modeled how to learn through discomfort, and I’ll be forever grateful to you Dr. Lape!
My favorite teacher was Sister John, my second grade teacher. Looking back I don't think she was more than 21 years old. At the time nuns went into the convent in their early teens. She wore a gray habit that went down to her feet and a white "head dress" that was starched. She was from an Irish American family in the Bronx. Which she probably shouldn't have told us. She had freckles and flaming red hair. The nuns weren't ever supposed to show their hair and we all got to see hers when a strong wind took hear head dress off while she played kick ball with us. The highlight of recess!
She also photographed any important occasion. And while the local Catholic hospital in Port Jefferson was built, she went up on the girders with the workmen and walked around to get good shots of the Long Island Sound. In her habit. Too bad no one got a shot of her doing that.
I'm 70 now and still remember her as the kindest and coolest Nun.
My favorite teachers are actually my medical students. They continually as questions that push me to LEARN more so that I can be better for them. They are funny and supportive even when I don’t know the answer. They use novel strategies to connect with patients that I have incorporated into my practice. My students=best teachers!
My favorite teacher was my AP US History teacher. He challenged us in ways I'm only realizing as an adult. We had to research Supreme Court trials and reargue them. We had to come up with creative final projects about anything in US history that inspired us (mine was feminists through history). And despite being the lowest income and generally lowest performing school in our district, we always had the best AP scores for his class because he taught us what we needed for the test while teaching us how to be kind humans.