I don’t know the first name of any of my teachers they were all Mr X or Miss Y. (Actually I do know one as he was my mum’s hockey coach but he was far from a favorite).
Henry, my junior-year high school American History teacher
Ken, my high school English teacher
Charmian, my high school European history teacher
Hannah, my middle school music teacher
Cecil, my high school history teacher
Bonnie, my high school English and drama teacher
Phil, my prep school art teacher
Mr. Mylan, middle school science teacher and cross country coach
He did one of those experiments with us one time in which one of us touches some kinda machine, and all of us hold hands in a chain and all of us get poofy hair.
Henry, my junior-year high school American History teacher
Ken, my high school English teacher
Charmian, my high school European history teacher.
Hannah, my middle school music teacher
Cecil, my high school history teacher
Bonnie, my high school English and drama teacher
Phil, my prep school art teacher
Mr. Mylan, middle school science teacher and cross country coach
Nancy, my fifth-grade homeroom teacher
She’s really the one who introduced me to Sherlock Holmes - she’d read the stories to us during rest periods. I distinctly remember her reading “The Speckled Band” and “The Red-Headed League.”