To teach is to...

My sophomore year of high school, I had an incredible English teacher, Ms. Ryan. She's the one who suggested I read East of Eden. She would always encourage class discussion and there were some really bright kids that made it funny (they were like Phineas and Gene from A Separate Peace). I loved my freshmen high school Earth Science teacher, Mr. Evans. He wore shirts that said things like "heavy metals" with elements from the periodic table and coined the clever phrase "No zinc in the sink!". But in college, I've had some pretty good teachers too. I loved my Calc 113 teacher, Dr. Johnson. He was this old guy with an English accent. I had an incredible Comparative Politics teacher, Dr. Wade Jacoby, which was so nice after having such a terrible experience in Pl Sc 110. And I've never not liked any of my Geology professors. My top two might be Dr. Ritter and Dr. Christiansen though, thus far. And I had a really good clogging teacher, Rustin Van Katwyk. And of course, Dr. Wood for Chem 105. At BYU-Hawaii, I had a political science teacher from the Cook Islands, Dr. Jon Tiki Jonassen, and he was hilarious. He used to be the foreign affairs minster for CI, as well as the ambassador to New Zealand from Cook Islands, so he had tons of stories. I'm usually pretty accepting of teachers, and usually, the teachers I like are very professional in the classroom, or the intellectual type. Or at least, I don't think I'm smarter than them, as has been the case with a few... When I'm incredulous about something a teacher says, it usually means I want out of the class. The only 2 examples I can think of this though are the two I mentioned yesterday. Sometimes my Italian 102 teacher. And sometimes Brother Merrill, my Book of Mormon teacher, said some... interesting stuff. "All people who are popular are going to Hell. All people who go to parties are going to Hell." And then there was the time he looked straight into my soul in the middle of class. Whoa, that was weird. But he was a good guy.