My coolest teachers in middle school were the goofy men and women who dressed up in superhero costumes and talked in funny voices, employing creative means of teaching lessons. The worst teachers in my high school were the guys who would show up bleary eyed and gravely voiced and stumble through a lesson. I happened to run into a very young middle school teacher. A boisterous lad who I would have loved back in my schooldays, and I couldn't tolerate his energy or company. And it troubles me, just a bit, that I think only now would I be able to enjoy those long hours hanging out with the high school teachers who were clearly hungover.