...how ever the world evolve through ages, even until death, for sure, no one can surpass the strength and power of the teachers.

You may reminisce sundry memoirs with your childhood and teenage teachers, and heck, even your scary professor of doom! phew, but let's not be a critic now naming them "Mr, Ms, or Mrs Terror", or whatchamacallit, may we just give the 'face'.
They are not just one ordinary 'whine' in front of the class, for what they say are of sense. Not just one ordinary women/men, for they give you advises that you, in lieu of, just treat it as a balder dash, yes a trash talk...no. Not even one insignificant individual, for any one cannot boast any goal he hiked.
I have met a teacher, at my school, who was known for her exemplary ingenuity and intuitive wisdom. Her identity is inevitable to be acquainted before the crowd. Without any slightest inkling of doubt, she's a magician of knowledge from our land.
She may be called 'Star' (after her real name, since Estrella); others prefer 'Estring', her cognomen. Yet, whatever you may call her, you'd rather want to be one of the fortunate apprentices she held. yes, with two thumbs up, she's that good, bet you don't know!
"There's no royal road to success", as she reiterate before the class. So, says she, "persistence is the key, may dear students".
let's eye a corner of her past. She had bloomed as a Valedictorian during her elementary and secondary education.
Yet her joy of having both her parents ended in just one swoop--she became an orphan when she stepped on third year high school, but on account to the fact that she should lose hope and reach a fiasco, that darkness may enshroud her heart to bleed by melancholy, move forward she went, saying "I can do it".
Though financially incapable--not even manifold barricades would hinder her pursuits--she managed to graduate in the Aquinas University as Cum Laude aided by scholarships and its Dean, Mrs. Sabater helping her. She pursued education and at the very same time, managed her siblings even though she's not the eldest of eleven.
For more than a fourth of a hundred fold years-- though time evolves through ages-- her exemplary skills and talents and assertiveness and energy and power and motivation over life doesn't fade. Of it, you'll just want to be seated prim and proper and listen to her mesmerizing spell cast to call of learning from her.
For the years she had molded not only me but a number of successful people--that she wields the working hands of a potter-- I am confident enough to leave my to-be Alma matter with her presence because I believe she can hone and change and fertilize barren personalities and knowledge of students who are at the brink hopelessness.
Maybe it's high time we give face to the faceless. I mean to recognize the these molders because of their opus works. But, hey, I'm not motivating that teachers should be praised to the highest heavens! At least, though I'm not in any first-rate position to commend, I thank them all, my vow and salutation for you, and my wish of happy life to the living ones, and an eternal rest may be granted to the ones who had exalted.
And how ever the world evolve through ages, even until death for sure, no one can surpass the strength and power of the teachers. If St. Peter ask a thousand-mile-long line-up of souls, after each said "I was an Engineer, an Architect, a Lawyer etc" after them, a teacher can proudly say "I was the teacher; and I made them all".