Sophomore year biology teacher was Mr. Cook. He didnt teach biology, he taught life. He also taught us how to throw cards in 3 card monte, among other things. He also didn't use bell curves or stupid shit. 1 question, 1 point. Simple and straight forward scoring. Only bad thing I can say is he never accepted my badminton challenge. He was the coach, but i was pretty fucking good at badminton. Would have loved to have beat him in a match. My dink was nearly unstoppable.