My teacher's story essay 1 After several months of junior high school life, we gradually get along well with the class teacher. In fact, at first, we hated him and thought he was too strict and even unreasonable.
The head teacher is also our math teacher. He is of medium height and thin. He wears a pair of glasses and looks elegant. But who would have thought he would be so strict? Not only is he not allowed to speak in class, but he is also responsible for the homework of all subjects. He often makes surprise attacks, and whoever fails the exam will be punished. So we are all angry with him. Once he was scolded by the director for failing to meet the hygiene standards in his class, but we secretly laughed at him not far away.
The first math exam, I slipped in front of the horse and made several miscalculations! I regret it in my heart. The class teacher accused me of being too careless and making mistakes in pediatrics. Naturally unconvinced, I secretly made up my mind to do well in the exam next time. Who knows that I dropped a few points in the second English exam and was criticized by the class teacher. He thinks that sometimes my speech in class affects my study. Alas, it's really raining all night! Then the math exam was miscalculated again. Instead of improving, it dropped.
I don't know why, this time he didn't criticize me, but asked questions one after another or asked me to do the questions on the blackboard. Because I am afraid of doing something wrong and losing face in front of the whole class, I try to be careful. I really hate teachers in my heart, so why are you targeting me?
I got good grades in the math exam again. I can't help but feel very proud, and the expression on my face is unobstructed. The math teacher walked slowly to my desk, picked up the paper, looked at it and said; "Pay attention to fill in the blanks and calculation. A space is 3 points. " Who knows that in the next math exam, I just made a mistake in filling in the blanks and calculating, and didn't add the blank-filling questions that the teacher told me many times to put brackets.
My mood has dropped to freezing point, and I am deeply surrounded by troubles and depression. I looked pale and sat in my seat silently, feeling very unhappy.
I carefully checked the math homework and problems in the evening from the draft paper for several times, and then wrote them in the exercise book after confirmation.
The next day in math class, the math teacher asked me to do the difficult problem on the blackboard last night. Because I came prepared, it was quickly solved. The teacher nodded, and I knew he was satisfied. I don't know why, but my heart is full of confidence in an instant. I listened to this lesson with relish and found the math teacher's class so interesting for the first time.
In the next English class, the English teacher asked me about the' preview' last night. I recited the English text fluently without changing a word. It feels great. At the end of the class, the English teacher said that there were not many students who had recited this English, so the students should cheer up. Hehe, I'm proud. I feel that the English teacher is not so strict.
A few days later, I overheard the conversation between the head teacher and the assistant teacher: "XXX in our class has been in a low mood recently. Please pay attention to the class and encourage it ... "
In an instant, my eyes were moist.
My teacher's story essay 2 In a blink of an eye, I have been in junior high school. From elementary school to junior high school, I met many teachers, but when the teachers I met before communicated with us, I always felt that the teachers were very blunt. There is a great distance between us students. At that time, I also felt that there should be an appropriate distance between teachers and students, but it should not be so big. Therefore, I didn't try to communicate with the teacher again, and formed the habit of not talking. No matter to teachers, classmates or parents.
After entering junior high school, I thought there would be a group of senior teachers in No.40 middle school with excellent grades who were very experienced in our management. After all, it is "a great teacher makes a great apprentice!" But when I entered No.40 Middle School, I was really surprised. Almost all the teachers here are very young, and all of them can joke with us and be approachable, which I didn't expect.
For example, our class teacher usually talks and laughs, and of course sometimes he loses his temper with us. Our head teacher also teaches us biology. However, when I was the head teacher, I was completely different.
Remember, at the first "Cultural Science and Technology Festival" we experienced. I took part in the "fun experiment" competition. It happens that our head teacher is a biology teacher, and the experiment of our competition is designed for us by the teacher. The teacher helped us a lot in this competition. That day, I went to borrow the teacher's USB flash drive to print materials. After printing, I happened to meet the teacher after work. I returned the USB flash drive to my teacher and went home with him.
After all, this is the first time I went home with my teacher from primary school to junior high school. Of course, I was nervous, but later, my nervous mood gradually relaxed. On the way home with my teacher, I had a good chat with him. After a long time, I have gradually regarded my teacher as my friend and one of my bosom friends. Although the teacher said he didn't know much about us, I think he already knew a lot about us. I don't know why, but the teacher still said that he didn't know us very well.
After this experience, I want to communicate with my teacher more and more when I make mistakes and go home together. Because I feel that after I made a mistake, I will admit it on my way home and communicate with my teacher. . And when I feel that I have nothing wrong, I am the last person to go with my teacher, because the teacher will pour out many of my past mistakes.
For a while, the distance between me and my teacher has been narrowing, but now, the distance between me and my teacher has widened again. Back to primary school, the distance between saying it's far and saying it's near. It always makes me feel uncomfortable. But I don't know how to adjust. Now, I want to go home with my teacher most, not because I want to admit my mistake, but because I want to communicate with my teacher again to find that feeling and let my teacher know us better.
Now that I am only in junior high school, the story between me and my teacher will not stop there. There will be many stories between me and my teacher that I will never forget.