I handed in my composition, and the next day, the teacher asked me, I was scared, but the result was ironic. The teacher is in front of the class.
I suspect that this composition is plagiarized. After class, some naughty classmates took the opportunity to laugh at me and I cried.
When I was in junior high school, because my family was poor, I always wore other people's old clothes, which often didn't fit me and my body developed too early, so I felt inferior and spoke.
Only Nuo Nuo, but very hope to get others' affirmation. In a math class, the teacher came up with a difficult problem, and few people worked it out.
The teacher came up to me, saw my success, nodded slightly and looked at my front row. This is a favorite child. He is good at math.
Excellent grades, the teacher said to her: you see, even she did it, why didn't you do it? Maybe the teacher just said it unintentionally, but
I feel like I've been poured cold water on.
In high school, the math teacher was a handsome young teacher who graduated from Peking University. Perhaps he is young and energetic, and it seems that he can hardly tolerate our "stupidity"
Stupid. "Some people answer questions, react a little slower, and then lose their temper. Every time I answer a question, I hesitate to express-
In fact, I have already answered this question, but I am too nervous. I remember him frowning and saying coldly, I don't know how our school is.
A herd of pigs came in. Several students snickered under the seat, so I could only bow my head deeply.
The head teacher before the liberal arts division has some influence. On the first day of school, he counted the academic qualifications and work units of parents. There were several student families at that time.
Often a powerful figure in a key university. His daughter is going to go to college, so she takes care of those students in every way and is partial to everyone.
Got it. Once, doing something with them, I was late for class accidentally, and everyone else went back to their seats, leaving me alone at the door.
Mouth, yelling loudly. I really don't know why I get such special treatment, except that my family is poor and my grades are average
Meet. After all, I was only late once.
Senior three, for some unknown reason, was pushed out by a group of people with pungent personality, making sarcastic remarks and playing some practical jokes every day. I don't know who is weak.
How to face it correctly and be patient. The head teacher only cares about grades, but never sees the tears in my eyes-maybe just demanding, but
I really hope that class teachers and teachers should not only pay attention to students' grades, but also care about the dark clouds surging in their hearts.
Later, I grew up and matured. I finally overcame my inferiority complex, forgot these scars and paid a great price, but in the past,
But it has always been a brand, and it has always stayed in my life.
Later, I became a teacher.
When I boarded the platform, I told myself that I must be fair, treat all my classmates equally, be considerate and open-minded.
Tolerance, patience, calmness and sense of responsibility. When getting along with students, pay special attention to your manners and don't make decisions easily, or
Perhaps because of an unintentional word and an unintentional behavior, it will hurt a young heart. Care about their growth and care for their hearts.
Spirit not only cares about learning, but also cares about the ups and downs experienced by adults on the road.
Therefore, when a municipal open class failed, students gathered around me and told me, Teacher, you can be safe only if this Yu Pei doesn't bless you.
So, on Mother's Day, students drew a picture and wrote a long letter, telling me that I think there are only two most beautiful things in the world.
Two people, one is my mother and the other is your teacher.
So, when I was depressed in the middle of the night, I made a talk and deleted it every second. A graduate student accidentally saw it and sent it silently.
A box of snacks, it says, only delicious food can live up to it. Come on, teacher.
There are many countless things. Colleagues think that I have paid a lot, but I don't know that I have got more.
And all these are nutrients drawn from past scars. Those smoky past traces in my life make me understand.
What should Bai do? What kind of teacher does she want to be?
Suhomlinski said that only those who never forget that they were children can become real teachers.
As far as I am concerned, it may be said that some people suffer only for others to stop suffering so much.