Ms Easton
My english teacher in my formative years was an absolute diamond.
This may have somehting to do with the fact that she made my teenage loins feel 'funny' (despite the childish jibes that she was clearly of sapphic tendancies due to the fact she wore trousers and was Ms rather than Miss/Mrs).

Anyway...

Four things made her awesome.
Firstly she appeared to show a genuine interest uin my deluded teenage belief that I was the reincarnation of Jim Morrison (evidence, we had the same birthday and I 'felt something' at his grave on a school trip)

Secondly, she reassed a mock English exam I sat and marked me UP for using 'fuck' in an essay, after I'd been marked down for it

Thirdly, for our oral exam I discussed Eraserhead, knowing no one else would have heard of it. She had. And I got top grades even though no-one else had the first clue what I was talking about

Fourthly, she told my parnets I could write for the NME! As an indie kid sixteen year old this was about as cool a job as I could imagine.

I didn't end up writing for the NME. But still...
( Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Fri 18 Mar 2011, 18:48, Reply)