Absolutely.
I always geek out when I can about my awesome English teacher from elementary school. Mr. Winner is his name (if he happens to still be alive), and he was quite honestly the most odd man I had ever teach me. And he was amazing for it.
We were 12 years old and he was quoting us Edgar Allen Poe, and showed us musical numbers from The Macado. He gave us culture, whether we were gonna actually apply it or not. Thankfully God gave me a wonder of the things he was showing us, though I wouldn’t get much enjoyment of relearning them til later.
Also, on one particular occasion, Mr. Winner stood up for me in front of the entire class. A student had been speaking of someone who had bad teeth, of which I happened to have at that time too. As I looked in the classroom another girl pointed at me and laughed, to which the entire room began laughing, not at me but at the other student recalling the story. I buried my head and started crying, at which point Mr. Winner called me up to the front of the classroom and essentially told the entire classroom to back off. That I looked tough but had the skin of an onion, and they needed to be kinder.
Best teacher ever.