Yes. I've had a few, but on in particular sticks out. As an art student, I attended a post-secondary option graphic design class, taugh by on Mr. T. The class was rougly three hours a day, every day, for two years. Suffice it to say that the teacher became something of a mentor to me, not even mentioning the strength of the bonds I had with fellow students.
I still remember on the first day, when everyone thought they were such a hotshot artist, we were told to draw our best design of whatever we wanted. And after roughly a half hour, Mr. T walked around with a sketchpad, asking questions, then redesigning and redrawing what everyone had just worked their ass of in in a matter of seconds
. ("Were you thinking something more like this?") And it looked much better than the original, to boot. With that single act, he verified his position as an instructor and actually made us want to learn from him,
Through the first year, he was always quiet, but our hyperactive class really got him to open up. At one point, Jose was dared by a friend to hug Mr. T, since he seemed so much of a personal space guy. The hug was instead awkwardly returned, and after that it more or less became appropraite to greet the teacher with a hug every day, if one desired it. He always had an odd sense of humor, even joining in at one point to the random singing of "American Pie".
But even beyond all of those memories, he taught me that my art was not just useless scribbles, as my parents and my other teachers seemed to think. He taught me to have confidence in my skills, and that is was a marketable ability that many people did not have. For the first time, I was valuble in the job market, not just a useless kid who sucked at math and chemestry. I had a talent and a real purpose in life.
I don't cry easily, and I almost cried when I had to say goodbye to him. Someday, when I have a portfolio to be proud of, I'll come back to see him.