Not a teacher, but rather my bus driver in middle school. A Christian school. He was an amateur drag racer on the weekends. He would race beer trucks, big work trucks, other buses. We’d scream out the windows to goad the other truck drivers to race. They’d rev their engines and go from the red lights. It was so much fun.

It was a college Intro to Logic professor. In the first class, he slammed his head repeatedly (and hard!) into a desk when someone answered a question wrong, while screaming “no no no no no!” Second class, another wrong answer, and he ate a handful of chalk in frustration, like he was Cookie Monster slamming some cookies. I dropped the class after that.

Unhinged in the best way. I once had a teacher give me $200 in cash once. He had overheard me crying to my friend about how my mother stole all the Christmas money i had saved up to buy my sisters gifts. We were very poor, and i wasn’t allowed to work, so once again my sisters weren’t getting ‘real’ gifts from me. I think i was a freshman in high school, maybe sophomore year.

Anyway, this teacher also knew my mother was struggling with addictions. He went home and told his wife, who also knew me, and they agreed to give me the money. He surprised me a week before Christmas break and I just remember sobbing.

Anyway, same teacher walked me down the aisle decades later. He was always one of the kindest men I had ever met and gave selflessly to his students. This man would have a fan club if we could lol.

I was staying the night over my best friend's house during the fall of my childhood. Must've been around 7 years old or so when this happened. We had been up late into the evening/night playing video games with a family friend of his, taking turns since the game we were playing only allowed for up to two players at once for split screen. For some context: He lived near a bunch of apple orchards and farmland, on a back road that was only a two minute drive away from a major highway. It was pretty common for people to peel off the main road and get into car accidents on his street. Reckless driving, drunk drivers, people not being careful on curvy back roads in the middle of winter, etc. Had to deal with plenty of power outages at his house regularly thanks to some people taking out power lines every now and then. Anyways, my best friend and his family friend are playing together and I'm sitting over near his bedroom window which faces the road. I'm glancing back and forth between the game they're playing and the orchard trees outside.

That's when I saw her. A pale-skinned woman with long almost pitch black like hair draped over her face, wearing what looked to be some kind of white night gown standing between the trees. I remember being firmly fixated on her, because it looked almost as if she was glowing and she wasn't moving at all. I turned back to point her out to my buddies, but they were too busy playing the game to pay any attention. When I turned back, I saw some light coming up the road to her right. About a minute later, a truck drove by and as it passed by her she disappeared. A little after that, my friends asked me what I was talking about and then just wrote it off as my eyes playing tricks on me. To this day however, I believe that what I saw was a Woman in White. A spirit that, to my knowledge, is uniquely known for causing car accidents.