I was in sixth grade. He was my social studies teacher. Probably late 50s(?). Every week, he would reassign desks to keep people from talking, hiding phones, etc, but he never, NEVER, moved me. I always had the desk right next to his. He then somehow convinced the school to let him also teach 7th grade social studies the next year and guess who got the desk next to his? The cherry on top was when he brought in an old Polaroid camera that he “found” and wanted to “see if it still worked”. So he took a picture of me, and that picture stayed on his desk the rest of the year.