I am a junior high school student, so I actually have a lot to say to my teacher. Especially my class teacher. His name is Wang Mingming. I actually hate him. He is really annoying. But he is also a very responsible teacher. He is obviously a math teacher. Will tell us about physics. One day, he only had two classes in our class, but he had four classes. He occupied the teachers in other classes. But when he went to tell us about these classes again, he said that he would have an exam. He said that he should study hard. He said that only in this way can he study hard. Be admitted to an ideal high school.
I heard that she is particularly afraid of her wife. There are two children in their family, and one daughter is in primary school! And a daughter still in her arms. Some students in our class went to his house to make up lessons. I heard that sometimes the teacher will hold the baby in one hand during class. He told the truth that he did everything at home. She washes clothes and takes care of children, but he does. She takes care of the elderly and children. But what does his wife do? I once agreed that he had no wife and divorced him. Because all we know from him is that he has done everything. Later we learned that his wife teaches high school. His wife looks beautiful. I think he may love his wife or he thinks he is not good enough for his wife. Whoever wants to give her a better life is also good for her and her wife. I won't complain.
But teacher, I still want to tell you. We only have two biology classes and two geography classes a week. But do you know me? We only have four classes a week, and your misunderstanding hinders three classes. We had geography class, and then we had biology class. We haven't taken these classes for a month. Do you know that we arrive at school at noon 12: 50? It's summer, the sun is very hot, when we come. A few days when the sun was officially high in the sky, I felt very light walking on the road. I have a feeling that diners will fall down. It seems that we can't see the sun tomorrow.
Learning is important, but teacher, I hope you can arrange your time reasonably. You can't rest, and neither can we. We can take exams for three or four hours a day. Can you imagine how tired we are? We have a main course every day, and we don't know where to pack up and learn geography. Our minds are full of Chinese, English and math every day. Physics: What do you want us to do to fully arrange our rainy night?
The teacher's sixth grade composition 2 "Stop! "The classroom suddenly quiet down, the needle fell to the ground can be heard. The students are jumpy, afraid that the harsh teacher Sha will scold him, kill him, kill him ... As soon as we see him, we seem to see the devil.
One day, we were reading The Old Man and the Seagull, which mentioned a seagull named Lao Sha. Reading this, the students laughed heartily. "Everybody be quiet. Talk outside or come up with me, I'm not old! " Some people can't help laughing. As a result, Lao Sha flew into a rage and punished them for copying the full text. The funny king in our class doesn't know whether to live or die. He sang coldly, "You are the wind, I am the sand, and I can't get rid of it ..." Suddenly, Lao Sha blushed and said sternly, "Where are we?" I saw him with a blank face and told him quietly, "We are at school." He finally said it, but it was only as loud as a mosquito. The teacher roared like a lion: "speak louder, I can't hear you." Say it out loud a hundred times. "
On another occasion, after class, he put on his glasses, a small leather bag and a windbreaker and was ready to leave. As soon as the students saw him, they regarded him as the "spit image" in their minds. We quickly greeted the teacher, and the whole class said in unison, "It's really beautiful, and it really ranks first in the world!" He turned away and smiled like a rotten persimmon. There is Lao Sha's class at noon. I think: there must be no homework today, because many teachers have less homework when they are happy! We all hope so. That would be great. But things are often the opposite of what we think. At noon, "Lao Sha" swaggered into the classroom and became angry as soon as he entered the classroom. When I assigned my homework last class, I pulled my face into a rectangle and said seriously, "Do a test paper tonight, write a composition, then recite the text, and make a spot check tomorrow morning ..." Alas, it's the rhythm of twelve o'clock tonight again, "Old Kill", you kill us!
Ah! This harsh "old killer" always "kills" us and cries for mom.
How time flies! How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I have been a people's teacher with more than ten years' teaching experience. The past is like smoke, many people and things are blurred with the passage of time, and only the shadow of a teacher still flashes in my mind from time to time.
In the third grade of junior high school, my academic performance was not good, but it was not very bad. At that time, my biggest feeling was that studying was not hard at all, and sometimes I felt very relaxed. It doesn't matter which class you meet, and you dare to secretly read a few pages of novels. Maybe it's because I don't study very hard. The best time I remember was getting the ninth place in the exam.
In this way, I spent nearly a semester easily and happily. The winter vacation is coming. One day, Mr. Yuan, the head teacher, wrote a notice in the classroom and filled in comments for the students. The students sat quietly in their seats doing their homework. After about 20 minutes, the teacher suddenly went on a business trip. The classmate at the back poked me gently on the back with a pen. I looked back in confusion, and he pointed to the desk with a pen. I understood. At that time, I was not tall, sitting in the first row, close to the lecture table. So, as long as I stretch my neck, I can see the notice on the table. But I didn't cran my neck to see it, perhaps to show my courage. I actually left my seat and stood on the podium and looked up. Coincidentally, the top notice happened to be mine. It seems that the teacher wrote it to me. I was ecstatic and quickly read the comments my teacher gave me. I didn't pay attention to anything except the last sentence-"He is a promising student". My heart is pounding with excitement. I can't believe my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and looked at them again before I hurried back to my seat. The classmate at the back poked me in the back with a pen, and I ignored him. He stabbed again, but I still ignored him. I was so excited at that moment. I never dreamed that in the eyes of teachers, I was a promising student.
In the later days, it was the word "promising" that inspired me, from Chengguan junior high school to Zhengzhou Normal School to the post of people's teacher, from the representative of Chinese class to the president of the school literature society to the Henan Writers Association. ...
The teacher's name is Yuan, and now she works in the county education committee. More than ten years have passed, perhaps Mr. Yuan has forgotten this matter, but I won't forget it, never.
Thank you, Miss Yuan!
My math teacher is a woman teacher. Her surname is Li. Her teaching method is completely different from other teachers, so I call her "strange teacher".
As soon as I entered the fifth grade, I was ready to undertake a lot of homework. Who knows that on the first day of class, the math teacher only left three calculation problems. I'm not surprised to leave these homework on the first day of school. I just started school, of course, I can't stay a lot, and the hard days are still behind. A month has passed, and the homework is still a little bit. I held my breath and kept tossing in my heart: I am in the fifth grade. Which student is not "head hanging, cone biting"? Can it be that easy?
The question left by teacher Li is also very strange. Once when I was looking up, I accidentally found a problem that could be solved in two ways, so I wrote it down conveniently. Unexpectedly, the next day, the teacher came into the classroom with a red face, and her beautiful big eyes smiled into a crack. She said: "The outstanding performance in this mission is to buckle the gun and Zhou Yanan." The teacher went on to say: "Learning needs positive thinking, flexible methods and active discovery of problems!" " "Now my coke is broken. Since then, whenever I do math problems, I will pay attention to whether there are other solutions to each problem. Strange to say, nine times out of ten problems assigned by teachers can be solved in two ways. Even Malone, who has always disliked homework, stopped frowning and sighing. At this time, our homework changed from a burden to a pleasure. Blaming the teacher really has a way. After half a semester, the grades of our class have soared. Even people who don't like learning are fascinated by this course. We were very happy when we saw the teacher enter the door. As soon as we listened to the math class, we felt excited. Why is Teacher Li so "awesome"?
In my eyes, this teacher is a veritable "strange" teacher.
Comment on this strange teacher, the more the better. First, she doesn't engage in crowd tactics; Second, each problem has a variety of solutions, which can not only cultivate students' habit of thinking hard, but also reduce the burden. The author Xiao Kou is also a geek, and his writing style is unconventional. He didn't write about how the teacher stayed up late to work overtime, but started with the unusual place of the teacher. Does the teacher who writes like this make you unforgettable?
I have a very considerate teacher. She not only has black hair like black sesame, big eyes, high nose and long cherry mouth, but most importantly, she has a childlike innocence and is very understanding. She is our Chinese teacher-Xie Yuling.
I remember that dark day when the students were all in the classroom, listening attentively. Suddenly, there were several thunders in the sky-we all shouted. Teacher Xiaoling saw this situation and had to say a few times with a frown. Students, don't be afraid, there is a teacher.
After class, all the students ran home running and jumping. And I, I don't know what bad luck I picked up, just want to sweep the floor. I am petite, but I can't stand the cold wind. I don't know when my head began to have a headache. However, I was not knocked down by the cold wind and thought: I am a class cadre! How can I lead others in the future? So I continued to sweep the floor. Halfway through the sweep, Miss Xiaoling came. She came to check the hygiene. She came over and patted me on the shoulder and asked, Xiaoke, have you finished sweeping? No, not yet. I answered her weakly. She saw me like this and touched my forehead. She cried without warning.
She helped me to the office and boiled a pot of hot water. Just as the water was boiling, she took a thermal probe and inserted it into my elbow. She said to me, Xiaowen, you sit here and don't move. I'll get you some water. Hmm! I answered her with a smile. Not yet. Teacher Xiaoling brought me hot water and said to me carefully: Be careful, it's hot! I tried to drink it bit by bit, and finally, this glass of water reached my stomach. She picked up the probe and said, 37 degrees, no, I'd better take you home. She kept her promise and started a motorcycle to take me home. When she got home, she told her mother what to pay attention to.
I have such a teacher who not only helps us in life, but also has a motherly heart.
I love you-Miss Xiaoling!
The teacher's sixth grade composition 6 salutes the teacher in the composition bar!
It turned out that my composition used the words of the class teacher: "Make up the numbers." Later, after the teacher recommended, my first composition was published in the composition bar, which changed my view on composition.
One day, the teacher searched the composition column on the big screen of the classroom, opened the page of the primary school and saw that my composition was actually published in the composition column. The whole class opened their mouths wide, and their expressions were no less than discovering the "New World". My composition, which I fail every time in class, can be published online. Thank you for your hard work.
From then on, I was no longer afraid of writing. In my spare time, I often study various genres of composition in the composition bar, learn some writing skills, and then go back to class to listen to the teacher talk about the writing requirements of each unit. Understand when writing, have something to say. This change has been supported and affirmed by my mother and father. I like to record my observation and experience in words.
On the day of my mother's fracture, I amused my mother while studying. I also have a small wish to buy a pair of thick socks for my mother with my hard-earned manuscript fee to resist the cold winter. Of course, I have never told my mother about it. I am a child who keeps everything in his heart and doesn't want to tell anyone without a result. When my payment accumulated to 30 yuan, I changed my mother's Alipay account. While I was waiting, the teacher in the bar sent me a short message saying that my Alipay account was entered incorrectly. It turned out that my account number was wrong. I told my mother what happened this time, and my mother told me the correct account number. When I redeem it, it shows that I have redeemed it successfully. My heart is warm, thanks to the teacher's serious and responsible attitude, which makes my mother feel very happy to have a daughter like me!
The teachers in the composition bar have worked hard. They like composition because of your hard work. Pay tribute to the respected teachers!
The teacher's sixth grade composition 7 is undoubtedly our ideal when we grow up. Ideal is fire, igniting shattered hopes; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; My ideal is that the moonlight will accompany you until dawn ... My ideal is to be a teacher.
Growing up, my ideal has never changed, that is, to be an excellent teacher and teach students what I have learned all my life without reservation. I remember when I was a child, I was very interested in the profession of teacher. I like the feeling of standing on the podium, which will make people feel very fulfilled. In class, I always like to observe the teacher's words and deeds, in order to be useful as a teacher. When I grow up, my cousin often asks me to tell her questions. Whenever I meet a question I have told her before, I will imitate the teacher's tone and say, "Didn't I tell you this question before?" Why not do it again? Come on, listen, I'll tell you again. "As I grow older, the idea that I want to be a teacher takes root in my heart.
With this ideal, I began to study hard and practice calligraphy hard. I also read books about teaching. I also observe the teacher's words and deeds as before, such as: how the teacher should lecture, what tone the teacher should speak, how the teacher should write to look good, and how to deal with the contradictions between students ... I have carefully observed these, and I have been making unremitting efforts for this ideal, learning every subject in a down-to-earth manner, and climbing towards this goal step by step. Sometimes, in my dreams, I often dream that I am lecturing on the podium, and my students are listening to my lectures carefully below ... In my heart, I deeply know that this ideal will never be buried by me, never!
With this ideal, I have a goal to strive for and my life has become better. I will keep moving in this direction, and I believe that one day, my ideal will come true!
Dreams are like the morning star in the dark night sky, which can illuminate the road ahead for us. In the vast sea of people, there is such a morning star in everyone's heart, and he takes it as a guide and strives to move forward. I am no exception. The star that leads me forward is to be a good teacher-this is my deepest dream!
I dream of becoming a good teacher, because I once heard a story in a lecture: an intern went to the depths of the mountain to be a teacher. The children there don't know anything and ask the teacher to teach them step by step, but the children love learning and are willing to absorb knowledge.
After the internship, the teacher should have returned to the big city to be a real teacher, with a stable job and better students than the children in the mountains. Students can also work less hard.
However, the children knew that the teacher was leaving, so they hugged the teacher and cried not to let him go. If the teacher leaves, no one will teach them so much novel knowledge and sing.
Finally, the teacher stayed, because she knew how much these children needed her, and maybe she would never walk out of this mountain again, but it doesn't matter, she would like to dedicate herself to this mountain and these children, so that they can see the wonderful world outside instead of her!
This is a great teacher. After listening to this lecture, I made up my mind that I also want to be a teacher and teach many children knowledge.
In order to be a good teacher, I must study hard, so I will study hard and finish my homework carefully from now on. Not only that, I will have more patience, so that I can become a good teacher.
The dream of being a good teacher guides me to move forward bravely. Even though the process will be long and difficult, I believe that as long as I have a firm goal and face it bravely, I can overcome all kinds of difficulties and become a good teacher and a person who keeps working hard for the happiness of students!
In our life, teachers always appear, sometimes amiable, sometimes serious, sometimes grumpy, but my teacher is annoying.
First of all, after studying for five Sundays, I finished a poem called Pipa Xing. In the middle, the teacher draws lots to recite one by one, and it can't be recited ten times. Isn't this annoying? Finally, the teacher put forward an opinion that everyone opposed, and prepared an ancient poetry contest by reciting pipa. We managed to recite it paragraph by paragraph. At this time, the teacher seemed crazy and had to let us recite it all in a rage. Do you find this teacher extremely annoying?
The second is to visit the botanical garden. We were all very happy when we heard that the teacher was going to take us to the botanical garden. Our hearts are like honey, sweet and happy, and even our smiles are sweet. We are looking forward to it, counting day by day, and finally it is that day. In order to save some energy, I have been waiting for my teacher and classmates to go downstairs. At that moment, my mobile phone rang, and it was the teacher. He said that he wouldn't go unless everyone gathered in the class. Don't you think this teacher is annoying? In order to look forward to these days, I had to go back to my class to find a teacher, but when the teacher personally took us downstairs to take a taxi, the teacher began to choose again. Because the bus was too crowded, we had to take a taxi, and finally we got on a bus, but the teacher refused to sit down and said that we would take three cars together, so we wasted a lot of time taking three cars together.
After we arrived at the botanical garden by bus, one of us kept walking and enjoying every scenery. After we enjoyed it, the teacher made another suggestion, let's write a composition after we go home. Although we disagree with 1 1 ten thousand people, what can we do? The teacher showed us around. Can we still not write?
Hey, the teacher is really annoying!
Teacher's sixth grade composition 10 "Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart …" Whenever this song rings in my ear, I will think of my dear and amiable teacher Yang.
Miss Yang used to be our head teacher. She is chubby, wears a pair of glasses and has curly yellow hair. Don't think Miss Yang is fierce when you see her here. In fact, Teacher Yang is not so fierce. Even if you joke with her occasionally, Miss Yang won't get angry and call names. Teacher Yang will encourage us, that's all!
It was the mid-term exam in the second half of the third grade. I only got more than 70 points in the exam, which is the last few in my class. I never thought that I would get such a low score in the exam. I am sad to see the bright red 90 points on my deskmate's paper. Tears kept rolling in her eyes and finally flowed down. At this time, Teacher Yang asked us to report the scores. When the teacher called my name, I said in a low voice, "72 points." At this time, my eyes have been avoiding Teacher Yang, thinking that the teacher was going to scold me, but something unexpected happened-Teacher Yang spoke, and she said, "It doesn't matter if the exam is so low. The teacher believes that you will get better. This must not be your real level. The teacher saw your progress. Stop crying! " After that, the teacher gave me a meaningful look, firm and warm, as if to tell me: the teacher believes you can do it, and you will succeed! My heart suddenly warms up. I'm just sad and feel inferior. The teacher's encouragement changed me. I became confident. In the next few months, I studied hard and finally got good grades at the end of the term. This is because Teacher Yang gave me encouragement.
The familiar song "Whenever I sit in front of your window, bright lights shine on my heart …" reminds me of Miss Yang again. Now that the school is big, Miss Yang is no longer our head teacher, but she has taught us for five years. In my heart, Miss Yang will always be my head teacher.