I liked Miss Jones (Latin). Unusually for me, one day I was brave enough to write on the blackboard the jimgle "Latin is a language as dead as dead can be. It killed off all the Romans and now it's killing me! Fortunately when she walked into the classroom she saw the humourous side of it.
Miss Mutch (German) scared me. She was from the Shetland Isles, bit of a bean pole, with cropped grey hair and given to wearing viyella checked blouses and v-necked pullovers. She was burdened with the schoolgirl ditty of "If you miss Miss Mutch, you don't miss much". I felt doomed from my first German lesson when my attempt (in front of the class) to pronounce a lovely German "Ich" came out as "Ick". Still I persevered. She was a good teacher, her lessons stuck with me, and I can still get-by in tourist German when abroad.
I feel I went through education at the best of times, inspired by some dedicated teachers. School days were happy days.