Already know who my favorite teacher is--a rambling old man in tweed who makes potatoes into candles. He was teaching us how to make a proper observation, using all our senses. There were 6 "candles" on his desk, except one was made of potato and the other of soap. I was the only one who'd read his instructions on observation before class, so I was the only one who approached the desk to touch, smell, and look closely at the candles. He looked at me with a completely straight face and said,
"We have a skeptic in my class?"
So I say, "Well, you do look sneaky."
"You've got a few of them laughing back there," he commented when I smelled one of the candles. I just shrugged and he said, "Someday you'll be laughing and they'll be crying."
Weird. Weird and funny. He also let us name our class groups. It's a science class, so our group is "The Noble Gases." My nickname is Krypton.