Mr. Brown

Technically, Mr. Brown was not a high school teacher, but one I had in 7th grade.  He taught history and English, wore shirts that looked like 70's linoleum, and had one glass eye (due to losing his real one in a skiing accident).

He liked to use Greek philosophy as a teaching template, and it was in his class that I first heard of Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle.  He told us that the Greeks had three words to describe love; eros (romantic), philos(brotherly), and agape(unselfish). He had us keep a syllabus, and told us we needed to sublimate our bad impulses, channeling the negative energy into something positive.

In fact, when we got too noisy or out of control, Mr. Brown would shout "Sublimate! Sublimate!"

Yeah, now that sounds dirty.

However,  I believe his heart was in the right place, even if he often did come across as an overdramatic hippie.  He truly hoped that we would grow up to be good people, which considering he taught a bunch of 13 year olds, is quite an endearingly optimistic quality.