In contact with the teacher, it is like a bright sky; Everything that happened was like a little star twinkling. Among them, one star is the brightest:
It happened when I was in grade one. One day at noon, I went home for dinner. On the way, I felt sick in my stomach, and then I stumbled home. I couldn't even eat any more. My mother saw that I had a terrible stomachache and quickly carried me to the hospital. It was already 2 o'clock when I arrived at the hospital, and it was 3: 30 when I registered, saw a doctor and got medicine. School is over. I thought, "That's it. I don't know my homework yet. How to pay it tomorrow? " Besides, I didn't ask the teacher for leave. What should I do? "After returning home, I want to call my classmates to ask, but I can't find the phone book. Alas, it's all my fault for being so forgetful at ordinary times.
Tomorrow morning, I come to school with anxiety. In the second class, the teacher said face to face, and whoever was told would take out his homework. I thought, "That's it, I will be criticized." More and more people are calling, and the classmate in front of me has arrived. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for my name to be called. Three minutes passed and the teacher didn't speak. Five minutes later, the teacher finally spoke: "XX, come up!" " Ah, not me, don't. ...
After class, I gently walked into the teacher's office and explained to the teacher why I didn't hand in my homework and ask for leave. After that, the teacher kindly said to me, "It doesn't matter. The teacher didn't call you personally because I knew you would take the initiative to apologize to me, right? " "Yes," I replied. "But don't forget to ask for leave when you are sick in the future!" "Okay, I know, teacher. Thank you. " At noon, the teacher used the rest time to make up for the class I left behind yesterday. At that moment, I listened very carefully. At that time, I saw that the teacher was not as strict as usual, but became more gentle.
Although it was a small matter, it left a deep impression in my heart. Teachers are like hardworking gardeners cultivating our seedlings. Teachers give us too much. I will remember every word the teacher said, and I will always remember the tolerance the teacher gave me.
Who says the teacher is flawless, who says the teacher is always right when he doesn't make mistakes? That time, the teacher made a terrible mistake, and my good impression of him was forgotten.
It was another sunny day, and I skipped to school like a happy bunny. It's the day of handing out papers again, and an inexplicable feeling crawls into my heart, probably because I'm worried! As soon as the bell of "Rinrin Bell" rings, my heart is pounding and my hands are shaking more and more. When the teacher came in, all eyes of the class turned to the teacher. He began to show off his clear and loud throat. His every voice touched my heart, and my eyes shifted with his every movement. 1 No.92, No.2 90. Ah, my time is almost up. On the 3 rd, I stood up immediately out of conditioned reflex. At 94, the teacher blurted out a number. This surprised me, even I couldn't believe it. What? I got 94 points in the exam, which really made me ecstatic. I actually improved 10. I rushed to the podium like an arrow leaving the string to collect the fruits of my labor. I thought I could get the teacher's praise, but I didn't expect it to backfire. A question that came out of the blue startled me. "This paper is your answer? It doesn't matter if you don't learn well, at least you have tried. However, you shouldn't do some stealing. Teachers don't like such dishonest people very much. " The teacher's words are like the top of Mount Tai, which makes me unable to breathe, and the air seems to have stopped flowing. Is the teacher doubting me? Tears as big as beans rolled down my cheeks, and it rained cats and dogs outside the window, as if even God was crying for me. This is not a joke, is it the attitude of my beloved teacher? I don't believe it. I don't know when my throat seems to be blocked by something. I want to defend myself, but there is nothing I can do. The people I trusted misunderstood me. Do I have the courage to defend myself?
Teacher, you misunderstood me. Maybe you have thrown this thing into the corner of the sea, but I will never forget it. Please believe me, I won't do that kind of behavior against my personality. I always do things aboveboard and will never let you down. I want to be a good student in your mind, forever, forever, forever ... I will always remember what you said: shed your own sweat, eat your own food, do your own thing, rely on the sky and rely on your ancestors. This is not a hero. Teacher, I hope you can listen to my heart, and I hope you can suddenly realize it one day.