Mr Webster, my GCSE scienc teacher. A physicist by background, who found chemistry interesting, and who tolerated biology because he had to teach it! Like many teachers described above, he is remembered as someone who loved his subject in an infectious way, and who treated the 15-16 year old girls in his care like people. One lesson, I was frantically doing my geography homework for the next period, instead of whatever it was we were supposed to be doing. Unbeknownst to me, Mr Webster wandered up behind me and started reading over my shoulder. "Volcanoes, eh?" started a discussion about geology. I was mortified that I'd broken his trust, and he knew that he didn't need to lose his temper to get me to pay attention in future. And I'm now a physicist.