It's a couple of months short of the end of the school year here in Canada, and my oldest daughter has come to like her Grade 1 teacher quite a lot. Mrs. M. has a mass of curly black hair, is laid-back and funny, respects the kids, and even loans my little girl a sweater when she realizes her decision not to bring one on a semi-warm spring morning may have been a mistake.
The thing about Mrs. M. is that, while she's fun and cares, she's not easy. The Grade 1 class has done some complicated stuff, and I certainly don't remember having weekly spelling tests when I was six years old (at the same school, incidentally) and just learning to read and write. Never mind having words like quaint and special on those tests.
Alas, Mrs. M. has been filling in while the regular Grade 1 teacher, Mrs. T., was on maternity leave, and next Monday the kids change teachers. Mrs. T. is good too, and some of the children (though not mine) had her in Kindergarten last year. But they'll still be sad to see Mrs. M. go, as will many of us parents.
Don't forget that there are a lot of good teachers out there. I married one 10 years ago. And I'm glad my kids are learning from some others too.