More of a respect-loop, but my world history teacher in high school would sit at his desk and all of us would chat or whatever until he was ready to start the lesson. Then, without saying a word, he would get up, walk to the front of the class, and sit on the stool there, and within seconds the classroom was silent with every student looking at him. The man never raised his voice (unless he was telling a story), and ultimately never needed to. He didn’t believe in homework, because he respected our time. He never talked down to anyone.

He got respect, behaved in a way that justified that respect, and got more respect. It was inspiring.

In high school geometry, a kid got snarky in class and said “when am I ever gonna use this?”

The teacher said “you probably won’t when you’re working in the food service industry.” Demolished that kid and I loved that teacher.

Our Spanish teacher moved to rural farmtown PA, and proudly lived his gay punk rock life.

Took a vote on whether we should be allowed to wear hats in class and actually stuck to the results of the vote rather than overriding with what he wanted.