My favorite teacher of all time is Mrs. Barbara Stewart. She was my 8th grade English Honors teacher, 11th grade U.S. History/Government teacher as well as the teach I assisted my Senior year. (FYI Walnut Hills HS housed 7-12th grades) She made me fall in love with Shakespeare, inspired my interest in politics, and was just THE best. We went out for lunch recently, my treat, and she was 'tickled' at the fact that I'm such a 'young woman' now. I remember when my brother had her 2 years ago for first period, I walked him into the class that day and, in front of her, threatened to end his life if he made even a peep of disturbance in her class.
Worst teacher was my 1st grade French teacher, I don't remember her silly name. She made me stay after class and miss playtime because I didn't eat the blueberries, melon or kiwi from my 'petit dejeuner' (breakfast). I told her that I didn't like those fruits because they felt funny and made my tummy hurt, but that I ate everything else. She told me I was being a baby

and made me miss recess. I didn't eat them and eventually she let me leave the class.
I STILL DO NOT EAT BLUEBERRIES OR KIWI. THEY STILL TASTE FUNNY, AND THE SMELL STILL MAKES MY TUMMY HURT.
Dumb wench, trying to 'get me cultured'...I was a 6 year old black girl speaking french...how much more cultured can you get????


ETA: My AFAM 663 professor, who will remain nameless as she's Greek and COULD be on this board. Was the WORST professor I'd ever had at O-State. She felt like she had something to prove and it was evident in every session. She said that we (the ENTIRE) class was slow. Once my best friend, Spec, and I all realized that EVERYONE was failing her course, we reported her. I learned NOTHING except for how to read a 500 page book in one week, and question everyone's true identity. Which brings me to... Do you know who you are? Are you who you are because society wants you to be? Are you black? Are you white? How do you know?