Rule 1: My head teacher often says, "The kindness of a teacher is like the sea. Teachers give us guidance in study and help us in life, which is hard to repay, because she is often reflected in small things, casting a deep concern for us.
When I first came to experimental middle school, I was glad that I entered Class 2 12. Our math teacher, who is also the head teacher, has become the leading special-grade teacher in the city. It is because the teacher is so excellent that my uneasy heart has a little more respect.
The first time I met my teacher was the day I went to school to report. The teacher wears glasses and simple and neat clothes to welcome us to the experimental middle school. I stared at him thoughtfully, and my voice was serious and steady, but my mind began to ask questions one by one. Because the teacher's dress makes me feel like an old pedant in the past: "So old-fashioned, it won't be dry and twisted together in the future!" I spent the whole day studying the problems that were too serious for me to understand the world.
However, the teacher soon put an end to all kinds of speculation on this issue with his perfect curriculum. It can be said that "the branches are full of surprises" makes people feel worthy of being a senior teacher, which is really extraordinary.
I clearly remember the first time the teacher guided us to explore the mystery of rational numbers. He introduced this theme to us with small examples that are common in life. It's just an endless narrative leaning on the lecture table, but it has great influence and appeal, leading us to explore the wonderful mathematical world step by step. I was greatly influenced by his serious but approachable teaching style and once again fell into the "abyss" of loving mathematics.
I have been a student under my teacher for almost two years. The more I learn, the more I feel that she is a very special teacher, especially her extraordinary meticulous and sincere, which is admirable. But for me, it's just admiration. Because there are too many students in the class, the teacher spares no effort to take care of each of us, leaving no one behind. So every time after the exam, she will read the report card carefully and talk to those students who have obviously regressed. To tell the truth, I have also had the experience of being "talked about".
Last semester, after the summer vacation, I took the first monthly exam. Because of the leisurely holidays, I played a little more and made great achievements in diving. After my grades come down, I just want to go home with my report card and prepare for the baptism of the storm. The teacher called me over without thinking. I hung my head in the office and knew what she was going to say to me.
"Your grades are not very good this time. Your grades can't go up and down like the Monkey King. In fact, in the end, you didn't do well in math either. Well summed up, I will work hard next time. "
Somehow, this passage has always been firmly in my mind, and every time I think about it, it seems to remind myself to work hard.
Thinking of so many small things, I finally explained the meaning of "teachers are like the sea". Teachers have deep feelings for us, as deep as the sea and as wide as the sea. So what should we do? "Scholars have to hongyi, a long way to go. This is not too heavy a responsibility, but it is not too far away. " Teacher Hongda's kindness only needs to be repaid with small achievements. I think we should also study hard. Anyway, we can't live up to the teacher's ardent hope for me.
Article 2: Everyone knows that my head teacher mentioned my head teacher. Everyone was amazed. She cares about her classmates as much as her own children and takes care of us in every possible way. There are countless examples of humor in class. In the morning, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, she always arrives at school on time in the cold and hot summer, writing words, doing exercises and preparing for class; At noon, she printed the composition for us in the office, and the sound of keys kept coming from the office. In the evening, she corrects her homework until late at night. Her eyes are black, and even the lights are tired. Everyone else fell asleep sweetly, only the moon and stars smiled at her. Whenever someone asks her, "Why are you so serious about your work?" She always smiles faintly. Although she didn't say anything, she thought to herself: children are the flowers of the motherland. I must try my best to cultivate them and make them thrive.
I remember once, the sports meeting was about to start. Teacher Zhang took our eight athletes to the playground for training, and the students practiced separately. Unexpectedly, I accidentally sprained my hand while practicing shot put. Ma Junjie quickly reported to the teacher. Hearing this, the teacher quickly came over and asked me how I was doing. He told me to turn my hand around and asked me anxiously, "What happened? Does it hurt? " I said it hurt a little, so she took out her medical insurance card and said, "Take this medical insurance card to the infirmary to buy a bottle." I took the card to the infirmary and bought a bottle of "It will be fine soon". I spray it on my hand. Suddenly, my heart was full of ups and downs. After one night, my hand recovered.
Teacher Zhang not only cares about us, but also is our "good friend". She will play games with us during the autumn outing. She had a good time with us. She let us know that we should study hard when studying, and play happily, easily and carefree when playing.
Teacher Zhang is not only our "good friend", but also humorous in class, flexible in teaching methods and proficient in planning. I remember we had a class on Guilin landscape, and the teacher asked, "Who will read this text?" But the students were silent, no one raised their hands, and the teacher had a brainwave and said, "You can get a reading star!" " "At the same time, the students raised their hands, and the teacher's provocation succeeded. But the students cannot read well. The teacher told us to close our eyes and she read to us. Listen, listen, I seem to be there, as if I were sitting in a boat on a calm lake, watching small fish swim freely in the water, and as if I were at the top of a dangerous peak, watching the beautiful scenery around me. Teacher Zhang's emotional model reading makes students fall in love with Chinese and feel the fun of Chinese.
Whenever her classmates are injured, she will care for them kindly and anxiously; Whenever the text is difficult to understand, she will let us act and experience the mystery; Whenever her classmates fight, she will reason with them and let them know that they are wrong; Whenever students take part in a certain competition, teachers will try their best to improve their level.
Teacher Zhang, although you are not as famous as a scientist and writer, you have a spirit of burning yourself and illuminating others like a red candle. I love you, teacher, and I am proud of you.
Chapter 3: The head teacher in my heart has accompanied us through a long learning process since entering the school. Besides classmates, there are teachers. Students are like our brothers and sisters, teachers are like our parents, and class teachers are like one of our parents. Our head teacher is Miss Wei. The head teacher in my heart should love us. When we fall down and get hurt, the head teacher will take care of us like a mother. When we make mistakes again and again, the class teacher will correct us as severely as dad; When we are confused, helpless and depressed, the class teacher will enlighten us patiently like my sister; When we are addicted to Internet cafes and games, the class teacher will pull us out like a brother.
Our teacher Wei is very concerned about us. I remember one day in the second semester of the second grade, I came out of Mr. Wei's office, ran too fast, and collided head-on with a classmate in Class 5, Grade 3. As a result, I broke my head and lost a lot of blood I was scared at that time, so I went to see Miss Wei. Teacher Wei was particularly worried when she saw my head broken. She immediately took me to the infirmary and informed my mother in lightning speed, but Miss Wei, the school doctor, took my parents to the hospital. When the doctor tried to sew a needle for me, I cried with fear and struggled desperately, not giving the doctor a chance to do it. The doctor was a little annoyed at not listening to his parents' comforting words at all. Finally, Mr. Wei has been encouraging and comforting me, moving with emotion and understanding with reason ... I have the courage to let the doctor treat me. After the treatment, it was dark. Looking at the teacher's tired figure, I feel that Teacher Wei is both a teacher and a mother, which is particularly touching. Here I want to say to teacher Wei: "Thank you, I love you forever!" " "
Miss Wei, she is a strong person in her career and a hardworking gardener in the Baihua Garden. She is ordinary and great. Teacher Wei! You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; You are like a silkworm, dedicating yourself and decorating others; You are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and leaving knowledge; You are like a diligent gardener, tirelessly cultivating small flowers. Teacher, you have worked hard!
Chapter four: The head teacher in my heart has not cared so much about the head teacher since the third grade. It seems that the head teacher is dispensable in my study life. Looking back suddenly, I found that my understanding of the head teacher seems to stop at the word "head teacher".
In my memory, the head teacher is a very serious person. On the first day of junior high school, I met the head teacher of junior high school. At that time, I just sat quietly in my seat, watching new faces spinning around me. I also looked at the person who had been conducting with my index finger: she was short, about 1. 5 meters, with a reddish brown hair at the back of the head and fixed with a hairpin. Whoever swings back and forth with her movements seems to run away without hesitation as long as she pushes harder. Look at her pale yellow face. Is she my head teacher? I think so, too. The head teacher seemed to notice me looking at her, so she turned to me. Stand in front of me, stare at me for a long time, and then say, "Hong Mei! Is your long hair for me? " I immediately froze for a long time before I reflected.
The head teacher is a bad person. I am a careless person and often forget things. I forgot to bring my homework paper when I came home on Friday several times, and I didn't finish my homework. The first time I forgot to do my homework, the class teacher called me to the podium and lectured me for a long time. When I forgot to do my homework for the second time, the class teacher kept saying, what do you mean, my parents came to school to teach me? They didn't give me a comprehensive evaluation ... at that time, I was scared out in a cold sweat for fear that she would really do it. So far, I have never forgotten to take my homework home.
The head teacher is a person who attaches great importance to grades. After every quiz and exam, the director of the class teacher always nags about the perfect score of this classmate and the retrogression of that classmate. Every time with "you should study hard!" ""Well, you should have a good class and listen carefully. " "Remember to pull, have a lively class! "Wait to finish her great speech. After every big exam, the class teacher will talk to the students who have regressed greatly. Sometimes I wonder if the class teacher will leave things like "study", "grades" and "homework".
Although I don't understand some behaviors of the head teacher, I believe that the head teacher must be good for her students, even if some words and behaviors hurt my current interests. Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" Probably refers to the class teacher!