My favorite teacher was like a second mom, since we students were with her from September to June every year, most of the day, not including bussing from school to home. She was a single woman, young, from New York City, NY. She had a big German Shepard she brought to the little one room schoolhouse once in a while. I still have a photo of him sitting up in a desk like a human.
She was beautiful and kind. Everyone loved her and were all sad to hear she died at a young age. We did have our moments. For me it was a battle of making me wear glasses at age eleven which was not recommended by my optometrist.
The second battle was between her, me and milk. I lived on a dairy farm but I hated milk, made me throw up if I was forced to drink it. I had to draw a milk bottle on the blackboard every morning after the Pledge of Allegiance for every glass of milk I drank. My mom helped by adding molasses or chocolate milk mix to the horrid white liquid. It was embarrassing but I still loved her even then because I knew she was concerned for my skinny body.
I must have had a sign on my forehead, “teachers, please embarrass me” because as a shy freshman in high school, a science teacher used to make me step to the front of the class to answer a question.
So there you have it, the two most influential teachers I remember. The good and the ugly.