The teachers I remembered (and cared for) were
intellectually stimulating and challenging.
They'd make you think and curious enough to
WANT to learn.
They wouldn't threaten, yell or harrass me to
learn. Looking back, these were mostly teachers
who chose to be in that profession.
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,
then I guess I've flattered them; I became a
teacher too.
I didn't last as a teacher though. I'd still
teach if I had more money. Perhaps one day...