Some things are starting to come back to me.
I had a different Art AP teacher my Sophomore and Junior years in HS than I did my Senior. That first teacher, Mr B, retired and went off to his house near the lake with his daughter and daughter. Of course Mr B did come back once in a while. He was friends with the other art teachers.
Senior year I saw him. He smirked and said "You're an asshole. But you're a talented asshole- and I respect that."
What a dick.