My history teacher treats us like we're his friends and his equals, saying that "friends don't lie to friends" when he asks a student if they have any assignments from another class and they say nay. He treats us like we're five year olds "with booger fingers," and doesn't want me in particular to take his pop tab from his soda without asking first. He treats us like freshmen, that he can bestow his wisdom of his age onto us. And he treats us like intelligent youth that he can go to to have a decent conversation with, asking for our point of view on a chosen topic. It is literally the greatest