My Memorable Math Teacher

   The amount of math we did in high school was so huge that it didn't leave time for social interaction between us, students, and our math teacher. We hated the extra amount of work he gave us because even without that extra work we spent 2-3 hours studying math.
Sometimes, instead of coming to school at 8'clock he asked us to come an hour before, at 7'clock, so we can better prepare for our university admission exams. During winter it was almost dark at that hour and we hated getting up at 6 for an extra hour of math and did not appreciate his efforts. He wasn't paid for that extra hour but cared enough for us to sacrifice one hour of his sleep to make sure that we know everything we need to make it to university. At the end of grade 12 we had our exams for admission to different universities in the country and 30 out of 33 made it that year, the rest of 3 the following year.
  The most memorable thing about my teacher though has not much to do with math. It was our one and only two day class bus trip, going halfway across the country to visit the hometown of the famous Hungarian mathematician, Janos Bolyai. It was late November, dark and raining and our bus broke down. All of us had to get off the bus so the driver could be able to fix the problem. We were told that it will take at least an hour to fix the bus so our teacher decided that in order to keep ourselves warm we have to start walking until the bus will catch us up. We were cold and wet and our teacher's gesture to offer us his scarf, his hat and his umbrella made us realize that he was more than a teacher to us. He taught us because he cared for us and I carry his memory in my heart forever.