In the sixth grade, I had a male "Social Studies" teacher who was apparently also a bodybuilder. I remember him asking the class one day what languages had contributed heavily to English.
"German" and "Latin," came the replies. I put my hand up.
"French," I offered.
"No, that's wrong," he said. "French didn't really add anything to English."
Although I did not know why, precisely, in the sixth grade, I knew I was right. In later years I would think back on that episode and think "Gee, Mr. Latsha, ever heard of 1066? Battle of Hastings? Any of this a-ringin' a bell?!?"
Wnen I was in the 4th grade in Blandesburg Elementry, there was a male teacher who looked like Charles Atlas - at least he did to this little 4th grader. I remember one rainy day while we stood in the cafeterria, waiting for school to start. One of the school punks - many existed in that school - was mouthing off. This teacher grabbed him by the shirt front and snatched his arse up in the air, quick. Curled the punk right up to his face and had a "man-to-man."