Favorite: hands-down, Mrs. Frost, seventh grade homeroom and English teacher. She instilled the basics and began my lifelong love affair with words. I even gave her a shout out in my senior baccalaureate speech, which she told me no student had ever done before.
Least: Ms. Everett, eighth grade homeroom and science, who possessed a special sort of logic. She told us that listening to music in the car - even Christian music - would distract us from what God might be trying to say to us in that moment. She also had a duck for a class pet that shit on my lap in class one day. I wasn’t as upset by the nickname “Crap Lap” as I was that the duck ruined my brand-new pair of Lee denim shorts.