I remember several good teachers.
3rd grade teacher was elderly and drove a very old Cadillac. She still had the farm of her husband and ancestors.
The rumor in school, was that she was a terror (she was really, very old, silver hair, and almost always a black dress), but she was very kind to all of us.
It was her last year teaching; IIRC, she had started teaching just after WW-I.
She had all of our class, plus parents, out to her farm for a picnic, and it was wonderful.
Another good teacher - math - also had a terrible reputation *by rumors.* Yet she was kind, too; and worked hard to be her best.
We did not know much about cancer, yet we somehow sensed that she was in trouble. She continued to soldier on, wearing a wig.
She managed to finish the school year, and we were proud of her and let her know.
Another good teacher, and probably great, was a kind old gent who also started just after WW-I. He had great skill at helping students. We loved him. This was also his last year teaching.
9th grade teacher also had cancer, but she also soldiered on. Her husband was a bomb wing commander for the early SAC ops nearby.
We were lucky.
I had an excellent journalism teacher 4 years through high school, he taught properly and made me understand hard news the way it should be
Good science teacher for chemistry and physics, brilliant minds, they enjoyed the few gifted students they got every now and then, they knew the impact they were having
Had a good math teacher senior year, he spoke up for me to help me take pre-calc and calc at the same time so i could have calculus finished before college, aced all of it.
My dad taught high school English for thirty years in coastal Oregon, beginning in ‘69. There was an influx of new staff that year...a lot of hipsters, though many were good teachers. One was fired for sleeping with students, and I know quite a few were using drugs.