The most influential teacher for me was my father. He taught various combinations of high school physics, chemistry, astronomy and math for nearly forty years. More than anything else I remember how committed he was to his students. He just delighted in the ones he thought were bright and was very serious about their entry and success at Ivy League schools. "They will have a hard enough time as the competition gets tough, at least they will have a good foundation..." he would say. But he also had tremedous compassion and encouragement for the students that struggled, especially in math. "Gotta know the basics..." (I hear his voice in my head every time someone gives me the wrong change.) He would take forever marking papers on weekends because he would comment on where a student had gone wrong during a problem or proof and he would work extra one or two nights a week so that any student could come for extra tutoring. He moved effortlessly from the slide rule through the calculator to the computer. "Computers are the future..." was another Daddy-ism heard on many occasions.
Best of all, while my brother and I were held to rigorous academic standards (at least it felt like it), I remember my dad taking time and interest in all other other things we did as kids. Of course he would help us with our homework. But I remember one beautiful spring weekend he spent hanging out with me in the backyard practicing cheerleading lifts! Ballet, guitar, cheerleading, school plays, sports meets, school paper.... He cared because we cared and he encouraged us to figure out who we were as people - above and beyond good students with a strong command of the basics. Thanks Daddy, I think we got a really good foundation.

