Definitely. Mrs Manuel in my last year at primary school. She was just so kind & lovely. She's sure to have passed away by now but I sometimes wonder if teachers realise how much of an effect they can have on their students and how fondly they are remembered years (or decades) later.
Miss MacArthur, my grade 10 English teacher. She was and still is the best teacher I have ever had. She was short, rather stout and, more often than not, cranky. She was one of the few teachers to deviate from the curriculum. I can almost hear her saying "It's what's best for the student, so I'm doing it" even though I have no idea if she ever said anything like that. Come to think of it, I can't see anyone forcing such a strong willed woman to justify herself.
She took a special interest in me, likely because I very briefly dated her daughter. After her daughter and I decided we were better off as friends (which we were) we became very close friends. I think Miss MacArthur appreciated that friendship.
I like to think she also appreciated my writing. I used to write a lot of fiction, poetry and song lyrics in high school. I shifted from music project to music project while growing up and I wrote a lot. I used to get the best ideas in her class, mostly for poetry because that's all I had time to write while in class. I would jot a four lines here, six there, more often than not in MacArthur's class.
Few students really enjoyed her class, but I certainly did. I attribute part of my love of books to her teaching and that has shaped a large part of my life.
No, I guess I always felt that anything less than a full-length novel wouldn't be enough to match my perception of her expectations of me. I know she'd be happy to hear that I loved he class, and that I appreciated her as a teacher but I don't believe it would be enough. I guess that's on me.
I had a favourite at primary school, Mr Warren, who was better than all the others because he made a real attempt to stretch and challenge me intellectually. I was never bored in his class and always busy! A friend from those early years bumped into Mr Warren recently and posted a photo of him on Facebook, which prompted a flood of happy memories :)
A favourite? I can't pick just one. In primary school there was Miss Cefi and Mr Kennedy. They genuinely cared about their students. Come high school, there were a handful that stood out because they went above and beyond in their own ways.
Several stood out. I had a couple of lovely ones in primary school (and some horrible bullies too, but that's beside the point). In high school I had a really great English teacher who didn't treat us like idiots and gave us the benefit of her experience with some really interesting stories about her life, and a science teacher with a terrific sense of humour.
It's normally the other way round isn't - kids dislike being taught by their parents! My mum wasn't a teacher but she was a Brownie Guider and that made Brownies quite difficult for me.... so I can't imagine being taught by a parent!