I was lucky to have Mr Martin as my English teacher for 2 out of 3 years (9th and 10th grade i think) that i was at FASNY.
I'll never forget how he used to walk into class with a kind of disheveled swagger, coffee in hand, and drop his bag down on the desk. Then he might take a sip, start scanning the classroom and nodding his head while a mischievous grin came across his face.
Then we'd get into Poe or Dostoeievski or The Book of Job or something like that.
photo taken during my first visit to the new FASNY high school campus in March