Someone once wrote about invisible children that teachers can never remember.
They recall the ones that were naughty or nice but forget the others by November.
To be fair I think the same can be said about the many teachers we've all had.
I can remember the keen and exciting ones and I can vividly recall the bad.

The ones in between remain anonymous, I remember very few at all.
They may have helped me learn a few things but nothing I can recall.
Teachers who made an impression on me remain clearly in my mind.
Invariably they were also the ones that were most helpful, honest and kind.

My most memorable teacher was Mr Kavanagh, then the young head of maths.
He formed a strong bond with kids in his class, keen to get them on the right paths.
He inspired me with his tricks with numbers and the patience he demonstrated.
His lessons were fun and interesting and when the bell went, the kids were deflated.

I remember the hard-hitting incidents at school that affected me badly as well.
Like the time the whole class were kept late because one fool let off a smell.
I was banned by the English teacher from playing for the school's football team.
I was very upset and angry and when the PE teacher agreed with him, I screamed.

I have a lot of thanks for my memorable teachers, especially Mr Kavanagh.
Without them I may have played the fool and just heard blah, blah, blah.
Because of them and their investment in me I was able to stay on the track.
They're not invisible by any means, they're the ones that had the right knack.