There was one odd teacher in middle school who was nice. She let a rabbit roam free in her classroom. So while she taught, a tiny little paw would nudge your leg, if it wanted some attention. He would hop from student to student, wanting a stomach rub.

She was one of the few good teachers in middle school. Of course, when she gave the rabbit up for adoption to someone else during the school year, there was almost a revolt. Heh.

Another one that was nice was my English teacher in 8th grade. Right after I graduated middle school, she became the guidance counselor at my high school.