I would say I had good professors generally in the sense that I learned the content of their courses well enough, and in many cases enjoyed the way they were taught. I liked Voelz's style and also played in the afternoon pickup soccer games he organized and a time or sat with him at Freddy Froghammer's for a Packer game. I liked Feuerhahn and the perspective he brought, as well as Brighton and his passion, especially his class on Revelation. I had Rossow for homiletics and he was in my vicarage congregation, so I know he and I saw eye-to-eye on preaching and how to bring literature and creativity to the task. I still say, "Fair enough," all the time having taken classes from Bartelt. But even listing these few names feels like leaving people off the list, because I could probably say something about every prof I had, and I can't really say of any one or few of them, "That was my mentor." I took whatever they had to offer.
I think I came to seminary without much perspective, so it never occurred to me that my professor was emphasizing something in particular that another professor might not emphasize, or bringing some personal insight or theological genius to the table that wasn't in the textbook. I didn't have the wherewithal to disagree with much of anything, or even anything else to compare it to. I took the classes as "This is what the people on the clergy roster believe, teach, and confess." So be it. It was only later, really in my last year of seminary and in contact with contrary viewpoints through ongoing education and reading that I started to see differences in emphasis and to be able to locate myself in relation to others. I think that gave me a solid theological platform from which to practice and apply what I had learned and engage with contrary teachings and practices. It wasn't until my last semester, after long talks with Paul Bretscher and some correspondence with people like Ed Schroeder that I started to really understand the nuances of the issues and why their views were incompatible with what I had been taught. I still have a big drawer full of snail mail correspondence with Paul Bretscher from about 20-25 years ago.