I also remember a couple of my teachers. I had a homeroom teacher that had the most vibrant red hair, and she wore bright red lipstick. She was always cracking jokes, and her favorite words were "belligerent" and "uncouth". She could use those 2 words in so many ways, that we would howl with laughter. I can still see her in my mind.
I had an American Lit teacher. Mr. Chan. I was failing the class, and cut whenever possible. I had transferred from another school and loved my American Lit teacher there, and transferred with an A average. Mr. Chan cornered me one day and asked me what he could do to make the class as interesting as the other class I had transferred from. Even if it meant doing something different than the rest of the class. It touched me that he was willing to go that extra mile for a student who was obviously unhappy in a new school.