I have lots of bad memories of math. But Mr. Stoenescu, my 11th grade math teacher, was a real bright spot in my education. I can't say I remember what the hell we learned that year, but he was very cool, and patient, and as a result I did well. Plus he had that awesome, couldn't-care-less Eastern European accent. I don't remember where he was from, but he didn't actually speak broken English like his Donkey Town counterpart.