He taught me mathematics for three years, but my memory of him is only senior three.
Because I am a math scum, in the first two years of senior one, I wandered in the class, and I couldn't even get the certificate of the whole grade in junior high school. The exam results are even more unsightly, and failing is common.
When I was in the third year of high school, I was enlightened and wanted to work hard to become stronger.
Active consultation is the first step to conquer mathematics.
Today, I still remember the nervousness when I raised my hand for the first time. Because I asked the basic questions, I was worried about being laughed at by the teacher; I'm more afraid that the image of scum will be despised by the teacher for a long time.
I remember that day, it was the self-study time after the topic was explained. The math teacher habitually stood in front of the platform and paced. Sitting in the last row, I tried several times and finally raised my uneasy hand. When he saw me, he adjusted his old-fashioned big-rimmed glasses and walked slowly with a sullen face.
I'm very nervous.
After he came, he didn't speak, leaned down and looked at the page I turned to. With a calm expression, I picked up my pen and started talking directly. From the explanation of basic concepts to the thinking of solving problems, it is clear and clear, in one go.
I confirm, I understand!