Among a group of teachers who try to control their students, the frog teacher is especially valuable. This is of course related to the minor subjects she teaches, but more importantly, her humorous and lovely personality.
I had a bad first impression of her. During the military training in the first day of junior high school, as a grade head, she looked around with a serious face, which made me feel that she was ready to find fault with us and scold us like a class teacher. However, when she walked into the classroom and had her first biology class, my heart was full of surprises. She seems to have endless jokes, coupled with vivid and lovely expressions-such as the classic chin shrinking and mouth gaping for a second, which often makes us laugh, making the whole floor tremble. There is no pressure or reprimand in her class, only a touch of warm orange in the thick black ash, which is my biggest expectation every week.
When she meets students on the road, she will wave warmly and say hello. It was because of her influence that I began to greet people warmly: at that time, I admired her a little and was happy to work for her. I think it's good to be such a sunny person. She is 18 years older than me, but that childlike innocence surprises me. I still remember her wearing cute suspenders, just like a child.
She often mentioned dissecting frogs in previous classes, saying, "It's a little bad to teach biology, so it's called a biology teacher, and some people call it an animal teacher …" I blurted out, "Mr. Frog!" The nickname spread. She is the only teacher I call her by her nickname.
Our math class is in the first class of biology class, and there are almost always exams or quizzes, which will last for a long time. So the frog teacher had to wait for us again and again helplessly, sympathize with us, and we sympathize with her. Although I feel that the math teacher takes up too much of her class and doesn't respect her, we have to endure it silently under the baton of exam-oriented education. Sometimes she will put on a look of schadenfreude, simply say "Oh, you have to take an exam again", and then use a happy class to soothe our tired hearts. She often digresses, and when she hears the bell after class, she suddenly feels that she digresses again, but she never misses class.
I always take my favorite teacher's class seriously, but most students don't pay attention to this minor course. They talk in class, sleep and do their main homework ... Teacher Frog has repeatedly reminded the students who do their homework, claiming that "I will confiscate it if I do it again", but it has never really been collected. She often picks up chalk in class and squints at naughty classmates. Of course, she never really throws it. Her good temper really makes me admire and feel distressed.
At a class meeting, when Mr. Frog came in, we were concentrating on the exam. We are curious about what she is doing to make a surprise inspection of GFD-short hair and bald nails. She just ignored my deskmate and another girl with longer nails and arrested me. Looking back now, it's actually no big deal, but I was scolded by the class teacher, deducted 40 points from my personal evaluation, and then cut my nails into ugly baldness. But at that time, I was very uncomfortable. I always care about the beauty of my nails. In addition, the first time I was caught was a recognized good student, but it was my favorite teacher who caught me.
In anger, I wrote "I hate you" in my diary, and then flipped through it and pulled it out. For a few hours or days, I really decided not to like her anymore, but after I calmed down, I felt that it was unsatisfactory for the school to restrict the length of students' hair and nails in a rude way, but as a grade leader, she could only carry out the above requirements, no wonder she did so. Besides, how can I hate to see that bright smiling face? All kinds of unreasonable regulations in schools often force teachers to stand on the opposite side of students. If you can't change them, be tolerant.
In the summer vacation of the second grade, I got the news that I was going to change my grade leader. I thought it meant that she was leaving us. I couldn't help feeling sad and even shed tears. How to give up her, such a bright and warm orange? After school started, I was surprised to see that familiar figure came into the classroom again. I saved it and cherished it, although I can't cherish it enough.
After the last biology class, she smiled and waved goodbye. My heart aches slightly, but it is invisible. Later, I met her on the road, and she was very happy to finish this session and can teach senior one again. Maybe there are too many students, don't be sad.
The third day without biology class was a little pale. On Teacher's Day, I ran to find her with a gift. She was surprised and took my hand and said a lot. One Teacher's Day after graduation, I received a text message from her, saying that the students are very practical now, which means that Teacher's Day only takes care of the main teacher. Suddenly I feel fine. That sincerity can give her some comfort. In a boring class, I put my ear to the window and listened to her voice in the opposite building. Finally heard a complete sentence, "elephant's nose."
As time goes by, we have kept in touch, and she often calls me "friend" in short messages, perhaps because I grew up, perhaps because there is no intersection in my life. First, we didn't talk as much as before, and the memory of junior high school was washed away. However, I have always been deeply grateful to her. She gave me so much joy, which is a rare bright color in junior high school life. She also made me decide to be a sunny person and try my best to bring a touch of warm orange to the world.
Editor/Yang Mingzhu