I was a bit wild at secondary school. Always playing up to the class and looking to disrupt things at any available opportunity.
Naturally the teachers tried to rein me in, which I naturally resisted.
The best I ever had was my Ancient History teacher. It was a small class (everyone else had chosen computer studies, as if that was going to be useful
) and so we felt a bit special. The teacher was very relaxed and gave us more freedom than we'd ever known in school. He didn't tell us off if our ties were undone or if we put our feet up on the desks. Instead he engaged us in the subject. He brought the Homeric heroes and gods to life. He got us thinking and discussing. Basically he understood what buttons to press to make us study. His efforts also paid off for the other teachers - it seemed a bit silly to be mature and responsible in his class and then go and act like an idiot in the others.
Thanks to him I chose to study Ancient History and Literature at university and to this day, some 17 years after graduating (ouch!) I still love the subject.