For me, one of those people was my fifth-grade teacher, Ms. Mabel Hefty.
My sister is a teacher -- (applause) -- but -- and I am a huge supporter of the teachers' unions.
As a child, I was inspired by my third-grade teacher, who believed children are the future and who challenged us at that young age to create a better world.
We were discussing which so-and-so teacher would best suit my son's so-and-so needs.
From my excellent drama-school teacher in London in 1970, I learned two things about speaking Shakespeare that I still practice.
My parents were outgoing, hospitable people, their friends culled from among my father's associates at the office and from the women who along with my mother had helped to organize the Parent-Teacher Association at newly built Chancellor Avenue School, where my brother and I were pupils.
Keep in mind I've got a sister who's a teacher, my mother spent time teaching -- one of the most important jobs that we have in this country.
When my then-second-grade son came home from school one day upset with his teacher I asked him why.
My twelve-year-old twins had been read an excerpt from the book by their teacher, a well-known provocateur.
I've gone up in a hot-air balloon, traveled extensively, worked for good causes in my church and taught hundreds of children to read during my 23-plus-year career as a special education teacher for Massachusetts public schools.
How it affected us on a, kind of, more human and more emotional level, that's difficult to quantify, but I remember when I - in my school, we had a French teacher who was actually an English woman.
Oh, and if you want to know how effective I am as a teacher, here is a simple metric- walk into my classroom and sit down for an hour or so.
At a recent parent-teacher conference, a school professional told me and my wife about the progress that our son was making socially.
My high school business teacher had recommended me for a position as a part-time receptionist at the medical clinic in the small community where I attended high school.
Ms. PEGGY LEE (School Lunch Administrator): And I remember sitting in a cafeteria in elementary school and I didn't want my peas and I put them in my milk carton beca--and tried to hide them because the teacher wouldn't let me go until I'd eaten all my peas.
And one of the things I tried to do that year was to begin work on rewriting what we had done for Congress as a book that I would put out and my co-author who would work with me on the project was my former teacher and collaborator, Karl Brunner.
My husband is a teacher, and since we have had children he has been a full-time parent.
Some ten days later, when my brother, all by himself, was practicing a minute-long continuous sound, the music teacher made an unexpected appearance.
As my wife you just heard from, a community college teacher, would say, any nation that out-educates us is going to out-compete us.
However, on a teacher's salary, I can only afford to bring in low-quality snacks to feed my students that come to school hungry, but what I bring in is better than what they get in the cafeteria.
As a child she was both a stay-at-home-mom (until my three siblings and I were all in school) and a working mom (an over-committed special education teacher).
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Many readers will recall how, 40 or 50 years ago, children were warned about the uncle with "wandering hands", the local flasher who hung around the playground or the PE teacher who took particular pleasure in getting small boys to do naked press-ups (that happened at my school).
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