His name was Mr. Haycock.
He was our 7th grade art teacher. Art was mandatory for 7th graders (what a concept!) He was a burly, cheerful man with thick glasses and a good laugh who encouraged (strongly, shall we say?) keeping a sketchbook and drawing as a habit. I loved it, of course, even when it was one more piece of homework I had to complete. To this day, I remember planning and "building" a house with team members Shirley and Karen. It was team-building before team-building became cool and an honest and, for me, mighty challenge. Measured and precise work has always been my least favorite and skillful thing to do artistically and I have great admiration for those who create perfect engineering of handmade books or jaw-dropping workmanship in any art form.
As far as I know, none of us became architects. Not me, because of my precision deficiencies, but mostly because it was a different time. I'll bet there were a whole lot of teachers, nurses, and secretaries, though.