Remembering Teachers

The only recollection I have of my first grade one teacher, Mrs. Felipa Bolos, is taht of kindly and patient teacher.
In Rosariohan Batuan,Bohol I had a grade one teacher who once rescued me from a classmate who, for reasons I don't now remember, stabbed my left arm with his Mongol pencil.I forgot ma'am's teaching but not her act of saving me from further havoc.
I remembered my grade two teacher naming me talkative cause I don"t like her boring way of teaching the lessons.
My grade three teacher has an angelic voice, and face.I like her ways of dealing pupils, she is tender-hearted.
How about my fourth grade teacher? She played favorites and and often have tantrums in our class.She got mad easily.
My fifth grade teacher played an important role of who I am now. She is a woman of words and deeds,she is a good leader too.She taught the lesson well,though I hated music she made me sing, and read notes.
Space prevents me from sharing more recollections about my teachers.But let me conclude with the following thought- Some of the most valuable lessons I learned from my teacers did not come from textbooks they taught from,but from their lives
and how they reacted and interacted situations, circumstances and students like me.Having faults of their own, they were human enough to recognize them.