For some unknown reason, I found myself thinking about Mr. Glacier, a geometry teacher at my old high school, who used to work Pink Floyd albums into his questions and was one of the few truly hot math teachers I’ve ever seen; one day, Mr. G decided he was no longer going to use the front door to exit his apartment, which was particularly entertaining since he lived on the second floor.
Hmmm. I’ll have to think of some of mine. There was the physics teacher in high school whose best annual joke was the classic when studying electrons, “The angle of the dangle can tell you the charge.”
danny kaye?
My favorite teachers have always been English teachers!
Example:
Mr. J. Bryan, as opposed to J. or Mr. Bryan, instructed us to write a short story about an alien (Little Green men type) in a foreign land. He wrote one, also.
Apparently, aliens only come to Earth for the cocaine and booze. Who knew!?