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My favourite teacher was my class supervisor in junior and senior year. She was also our biology teacher and took her job very seriously, providing us with everything, ready to provide as many explanations as needed. In exchange she was also quite demanding, as "I can give you the lessons, draw you the schemes, but I can't learn them for you".
As a supervisor, she was very attentive to our class, spotting difficult heartbreaks but also family situations, always there to reassure you when something was wrong. When I'ld sent her an email in the middle of the night, she'ld reply with a "GO TO BED ALREADY" :D
For our final exams, she brought us cookies and juices, cause "sugar makes the brain work better".
I still have contact with her and I know most of my classmates do to: more than a teacher, she was and is a mentor to us all

I have had so many favorite teachers over the years--it's impossible to choose just one! In grade school my favorite was Ms. Alexander (4th grade). She was so kind to me, and I was a shy child so I was thankful for that. In high school it was Ms. Shelton (history). She really challenged me and pushed me to improve my academic skills. She also wrote the recommendation letter that helped me get into my top choice university! In undergrad my favorite prof was Dr. Folmar since he took the time to personally encourage me to pursue anthropology as a major (which I did). In grad school it was Dr. Stanford, who mentored me and still keeps in touch to this day. She's written me more references than I can even remember! I wouldn't be who I am today without all of these teachers and the many others I had over the years.

My favorite professor is Dr. Amy Alexander. Such an outstanding woman who not only cared about her students professionally but also personally. Built bonds that allowed a group of friends and myself to paint/landscape her new home and go on amusement park trips. Teacher and professors care so much more than what is on the surface level and Dr. A is a wonderful example of the many hats teachers wear!

I thought for a long time about the question of who my favourite teacher was. I have come to the conclusion that I cannot possibly pin this down.

In the 13 years at school and the 5 years at university, there were countless teachers from whom I learned something for life. Some have awakened enthusiasm for certain subjects in me. Others have taught me how to learn and work best - when details matter and in which situations pragmatism will get you the furthest.

Other teachers were incredibly good examples of how important respect for other people and nature is.

And yes, there were also teachers I would have been very happy to do without at the time! But if I am completely honest now, a good 20 years later, it is precisely these bad experiences that have brought me the most forward in life.  

The first teacher that comes to mind is Mr. Thomas; he taught history and a Mountaineering class. I was in both of those with him. He made history interesting, treated each student with respect, and made us feel our opinion was worth voicing. In the Mountaineering class, he instilled confidence and encouraged us to step out of our comfort zone. Brings back good memories.

My favorite teacher was my Kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Barber. I will never forget her sweet smile and kind voice. I had very long hair when I started that first year of school, but because I wanted to be just like my teacher I begged my mom to let me cut it all off. I ended getting a super short "bob" (almost a pixi style) cut. My mom freaked out, but I knew it was perfect. She made learning fun and made me want to grow up to be a teacher- which I did! I just completed 10 years in the classroom and now moved into a new role helping teachers in my district and managing data. There are many other amazing teachers that influenced me throughout the years, as well. I was blessed by some of the best out there that helped me grow as a person and as an educator.

Michael_Cooksey It sure was--and he was involved in so many places on campus, including history, the arts, culture--a true polymath with an amazing sense of humor and mischief.

This sounds like fun, I liked math so my math teacher was my favorite for most of my school years. in addition to math he taught me how to program in BASIC which inspired me in choosing a career path in programming. Thank you for stroll down memory lane

There are so many amazing teachers in life - both past and present. It is an injustice to label one as a favorite. The top of mind presently is Dr. Bryan Edwards at Oklahoma State. I had Dr. Edwards for the first methods class of my PhD program. He emphasized the importance of using both solid logic and sound methods to draw actionable conclusions. Dr. Edwards also stressed I was a great writer - an identity I had never assigned to myself. His style and demeanor set the model I would aspire to if I ever enter academia.

My favorite teacher was Charles Burdsal at Wichita State University. I was mortified of statistics and told him I did not want to do research! Luckily he ignored me and just maintained such a relaxed and open way of presenting very complicated topics, that I found my confidence and my passion.

Really a good question! My favourite teacher was my maths teacher during my class 8 to 10. He pushes all the students of his class so much that all of his students logics and mathematics concepts are so much clear. I am going to ask him to help my daughter with same! :)

I have had a few very good formal teachers in my academic career, and my most favorite teacher was my grandfather. Born in 1889 in a tiny cabin in the northern woods of Minnesota (mid/northern USA), as the 4th of 7 children, he managed to get through the 3rd grade in their local 1 room schoolhouse before he had to get to work.
By the time I came along, he was well into Parkinson's, was mostly deaf, and still had a commanding presence that captured my attention. Because he needed assistance with just about everything he did, as a little kid, I learned to listen carefully and see what he saw that needed to be done. He could gesture slightly toward an ax, saw, and pile of logs; indicate with his hands how long the pieces needed to be & I went to work. If I was stacking the wood poorly, he'd hobble over and show me how to do it. Even at 52 lbs/24 kg I was determined to swing the ax well. Crazy dangerous! but grandpa had confidence in me - so I did too. The lessons in confidence building went deep.