My story with my teacher 1 There are many teachers in the school, and my favorite teacher is the gentle and considerate Mr. Wang. Miss Wang has short black hair, bright eyes and looks amiable.
Miss Wang takes her work very seriously. She always patiently explains what we don't know. Whenever we encounter an unsolvable problem, she always patiently teaches us how to do it and let us know the solution. I remember that time, Mr. Wang sent us a big paper to do. Suddenly, the classroom was very quiet, and the rustling sound was like spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves in the rustling sand. I was writing. Suddenly, I met a difficult problem. I racked my brains to think. But I still couldn't do it, so the next day after the Chinese class, I took the paper and asked the teacher. The teacher looked at the question and told me. However, I didn't understand at all, so let the teacher say it again. After the teacher told me again, I still didn't understand, and because the classroom was too noisy, I asked the teacher to explain it to me again. The teacher is not worried about me. She knew I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so she told me again. However, at this time, the bell rang and I had to go back to my seat for class.
In order to make me understand this problem, the teacher specially called me to the office at noon and told me patiently. Through the joint efforts of the teacher and me, I finally understood this problem. I smiled happily and said, "So this question is so simple." Hearing this, the teacher replied, "Yes." Say that finish, the teacher's face also showed a bright smile. Later, I learned that at noon that day, the teacher used the noon time to talk to me without rest.
Teacher, it's very kind of you to teach us all your knowledge. For us, you are not afraid of hardship, fatigue and hardship. I am determined to study hard and get good grades to repay you and live up to your expectations.
The story between me and my teacher. Every teacher has a heart like parents, and their selfless dedication amazes me. I was deeply moved by their understanding eyes. Teacher's Day is coming, which reminds me of my first teacher, Miss Chen. She is strict and loving, and I know it very well. It's always imprinted on my mind.
I remember when I first entered primary school, I was very shy. In class, Mr. Chen asked a question, so let's raise our hands and answer it. The students raised their right hands enthusiastically and actively. But shy, I sat in an inconspicuous corner and said, "Don't call my name …" as if a witch were chanting a spell, which was very funny. However, this "spell" failed. When Mr. Chen saw that most of the students in the class raised their hands, it seemed that he realized: Why didn't I raise my hand? The teacher suddenly called my name. I got up from my seat, but I didn't know what to say. I just stood there looking at the teacher. The teacher repeated the question just now. I spoke a few words slowly, but the voice was as small as a mosquito. The whole class burst into laughter. I looked down and tears came out of my eyes. I thought the teacher would severely criticize me. Who knows, the teacher not only did not criticize me, but also. From then on, I was no longer shy and spoke more and more boldly.
Teacher Chen, I want to ask the fresh morning breeze to blow for you and send my sincere wishes; I want to invite the bright rising sun to greet you and bring my sad wishes; I'd like to invite song for you, a lovely bird, to send my sincere greetings.
Story 3 between my teacher and me: I didn't know the teacher's good intentions for us until I entered the fourth grade. I won the teacher's love with gentleness in the first grade. Can't say how much I like it, at least I don't hate it.
My grades haven't been so good since the first day of junior high school, and I can even count my names quickly from behind. I was not naughty in the first grade, so the teacher valued me very much. Until the third grade, I made some bad friends and the whole person changed. Become less positive, pay more attention to appearance, and the worse the better. From then on, my positive attitude was gone, because I thought it was cool and no one dared to do anything to me.
From this time on, I thought that the class teacher no longer cared about me, but no, he kept talking to me, encouraging me, without any discouragement. But what's the use? At that time, I thought the teacher was really wordy to me. I'd better leave me alone. I ignored what the teacher said to me and continued to play by myself.
In the second volume of the third grade, I led two friends to sleep at home, so the next day, they didn't go to school, and the teacher talked to me again. She believed that I didn't guide them not to go to school, and the teacher didn't doubt me at all, but helped me speak. After this incident, I was honest for a while and went crazy again. I don't care about these things at all. Or continue to play by yourself.
On the fourth day, until I brought a lot of trouble to the teacher, the teacher still didn't complain at all, but still helped me speak and trusted me. I just realized. Fortunately, the teacher has never given up on me and has been helping me get into an ideal high school. Although my grades are not so satisfactory, as long as I listen to my teacher, my dream will be indestructible.
My teacher Gao, a conscientious teacher, has always shown me a bright road. As long as I work harder, I will definitely be admitted to my ideal high school.
My teacher Gao and I, although the story is not long, are unforgettable. Although the story is simple, we have feelings. Although the story is ordinary, we have true feelings.
Because of the teacher's patience, tolerance and care, I didn't take a detour. Next, I will struggle towards my dream, because my teacher gave me confidence and encouragement.
A teacher worthy of my eternal respect-my teacher Gao! Thank you for not giving up on me all the way.
There are too many stories between me and my teacher, and those memories have become indelible marks in my heart. These past events are accompanied by my growth and deposited in my heart.
My math teacher, surnamed Yang, is a very gentle female teacher. Teacher Yang is knowledgeable and has rich teaching experience. Her greatest feature is that she is patient with her students.
In the math class the day before the final exam, Mr. Yang asked us to review for twenty minutes first, and all the students seized the last twenty minutes to make final preparations. Of course, I am no exception. When reviewing the calculation of deformation area, I racked my brains and couldn't come up with a solution. I am like an ant on hot bricks, running around in circles, my eyebrows twisted into a "Sichuan" word. It's really confusing for two monks. I was scratching my head, rubbing the corners of my clothes with both hands, and thinking, what should I do about this problem? How to do this problem? Just then, a gentle voice, as clear as running water, came closer and closer: "What's the matter?" ? Can't think of this question? "The teacher stroked my forehead and asked. The teacher then said, "Do you want me to teach you?" "I nodded hard. The teacher explained the solution of this problem to me carefully, but I was still puzzled and confused. I thought, "ouch! I don't understand! This ..... "Teacher Yang seems to have read my mind and said softly," Don't you understand? I'll tell you again. " The teacher took pains to explain again and again. I saw sweat seeping from the forehead of the teacher with frost on his forehead, and I heard the teacher's gentle voice gradually hoarse. My nose is sour and tears can't help flowing down. I thought to myself: how can I be so disappointing! Be sure to listen to this question carefully! I listened carefully to the teacher's explanation and suddenly felt like a duck to water, as if I saw the sky through the clouds!
Miss Yang, you burn yourself like a candle and illuminate others. I won't let your sweat go to waste, I will let you know that your sweat is slowly nourishing the budding seeds. This seed is blossoming and bearing fruit. The story of you and me is accompanying my growth and becoming the direction I pursue.
My story with my teacher 5. I'm in grade five today! My Chinese teacher hasn't changed. She is still the beautiful and moving teacher Yang Guokui who patiently taught me. Many things have happened between me and teacher Yang. Let me tell them one by one ... since the second grade, I have been assigned to Teacher Yang's class. Because I am a freshman and don't know Mr. Yang, I always keep my voice down and hardly raise my hand whether I read aloud or answer questions ... The teacher seems to have seen through my mind, ignored my classmates who were actively answering questions and chose me to answer questions. I'm at a loss. I stood up slowly and stood there. The teacher asked me, "Gold, please tell me the answer to this question!" " ""I ... ""Nothing, it doesn't matter if I'm wrong. " "The answer to this question is ..." I plucked up my courage and answered word for word. The teacher raised his hand. I thought the teacher was going to pick up the stick! The teacher's hand stretched out in the air and "snapped" rang! The teacher is applauding, "Gold is right! Let's give her a hand. The applause is even louder! Since then, I have actively answered questions and read aloud! Very positive! The exam results are very good and rising! In the fourth grade, I got 98, the first in my class, and the teacher praised me very much! However, I have another exam, because I won the first place, I can't help but be proud! In this exam, I only got 89 and dropped 10, but the teacher didn't blame me and touched my head: "Gold, don't be proud in the future, okay?" Keep working hard, for the first time, maybe it will be you next time! "With the encouragement of the teacher, I was very diligent. Later, I failed the Chinese exam below 90! I know Miss Yang very well. We are "good friends"! Often go to the office, chat with the teacher, talk about family, and be very affectionate with Teacher Yang! Teacher Yang will encourage me, so that the boat I study will not be blown down by the two powerful winds of pride and hard work!
My story with my teacher 6 In my reading career, I met many excellent teachers, and each teacher has his own teaching methods.
When I was a freshman, I was deeply impressed by a teacher. She is our English teacher. When I first met this teacher in junior high school, I walked into the classroom with a serious face. Most students are a little scared when they meet a serious teacher, but when they get along slowly, they find that the teacher doesn't always look serious.
In fact, junior high school teachers sometimes understand us very well. For example, if we didn't bring our homework in primary school, we would play tricks and lie to the teacher to say that we forgot it, or left it at home, but it was more than enough for the junior high school teacher, because the teacher always said, "We have all been there, and we all understand." So I knew at once that we just didn't do our homework. But the teacher also wants us to be friends with her, and we can ask her for advice if we have difficulties.
My teacher is very strict with us when teaching English. For example, when talking about multiple-choice questions, she will make students stand up and answer the answers. Why did she choose this option? What sentence patterns are there in English? So this makes me develop the need to examine the questions before the teacher talks about multiple-choice questions, and what sentence patterns are used in this question.
I remember once a classmate in my class liked to come to school early to make up his homework every day, but he always went to bed early the night before and arrived at school the next day. The teacher was very angry. She told us that I slept late every day. There are many things to do, but it's not as easy as you. Why not finish your homework earlier? This sentence impressed me deeply.
I also like going to the teacher's office, because I feel very happy every time I go to the teacher's office. Not because the teacher's office turns on air conditioning in summer and heating in winter, but because I like talking to teachers.
There was a National Day holiday, so I didn't do my homework because I was more playful. I had to wait until the last day before I felt too late to start writing. At this time, I feel so much homework. When I was writing late at night, I felt that I couldn't write any more, and then I suddenly remembered what the teacher said in class. The teacher works so hard, why don't I work hard? Because of the teacher's words, I finished my homework that night. Although it is late, it is also a lesson for me.
This teacher makes me feel that only hard work can yield something.
The story of my teacher and I 7 In my childhood memory, the teacher, a key person, is always indispensable. The teacher's care remains in my heart, the teacher's smile reminds me, and the teacher makes me respect.
Miss Ding is my Chinese teacher. In the archives of memory, there is such a thing:
Once, I got a "good" in my homework and made many mistakes. After the teacher gave me homework, I revised it. At this time, Teacher Ding called me over and said to me seriously and kindly, "There are so many mistakes in this homework. Please change the questions that can be changed first, and then ask me if you don't understand, okay? " So, I revised it. I will revise it. I left a difficult problem that I couldn't do, so I ran over and asked Teacher Ding, "How to do this problem?" Teacher Ding was not in a hurry to tell me the correct answer, but slowly told me how to do the problem, and then let me understand it slowly and work it out by myself. I followed Teacher Ding's idea and worked it out slowly. Teacher Ding hooked me a few times. Kindly said: "You should check your homework yourself in the future, and it is not too late to hand in your homework when you are sure."
Teacher Ding's teaching methods and meticulous teaching style deeply touched me. Therefore, it is natural for me to send a paper crane to Teacher Ding on Teacher's Day.
The story of me and my teacher At noon that day, the students were doing their own things. Zhang, a math teacher, came into the classroom: "Please stop, and I'll check my dictation book." As soon as I heard this, I patted my head and thought, ah! No, I have forgotten to write a dictation book for several days!
The teacher has come to check. In desperation, I blurted out, "I didn't bring my notebook ..." After that, I regretted it, but it was too late. Teacher Zhang has asked me to open my schoolbag face to face, and I suddenly feel flustered and confused. I slowly leafed through the books in my schoolbag and covered my mental arithmetic books with my hands. Teacher Zhang discovered my trick long ago and once took out a book and held it in the air and asked me why. In order to maintain my last self-esteem, I apologised awkwardly: "I haven't read a book on dictation for several days …" Teacher Zhang interrupted me and took me into the office.
I followed the office like a deflated ball, waiting for the teacher's stormy criticism: "What else do you want to say?" I froze and looked up at the smiling teacher, not knowing how to answer. The teacher asked, "is there any reason to explain this?" I'll give you a few more minutes. " At this time, I have understood teacher Zhang's intention. She doesn't want to help a lying child with criticism. I made up my mind to admit my mistake, but my pride still made me afraid to speak. In this way, the teacher has been waiting with a smile. What I see in the teacher's eyes is not only patience, but also encouragement and expectation. Finally, I couldn't help it and admitted my mistake to the teacher. I am incoherent because of my nervousness. "Please trust me in the future and cut me some slack." The teacher snorted and smiled, but I knew the teacher was completely satisfied with my answer.
This experience of making mistakes made me feel relaxed in taking the initiative to correct it, and also made me get to know Mr. Zhang again. Up to now, the teacher's patient and tolerant smile often appears in my mind.
Story 9 of my teacher and I are at school, and the closest person to us is the teacher. They are candles that light the way for us. Teachers are hard-working gardeners, watering us with their own hard work and sweat.
As for teachers, of all the people I have met, I think they must wear glasses, because then I think they will have a wide range of knowledge. As for the teacher, he will lend a helping hand when you encounter learning difficulties, and he will also lend a helping hand when you need it. Therefore, teachers are also great. Teacher, he will accompany you when you are lonely, he will chat with you and he will help you with your homework.
In hot summer, he sometimes helps us to relieve the heat, such as buying us some popsicles to quench our thirst and some ice water.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Blink of an eye, a summer vacation has passed, and we can see our teachers, our classmates and our campus again. Full of expectations!
On the first day of school, I met our beautiful teacher and energetic classmates. I was very happy.
One afternoon, after class, I packed my books and pens and was about to carry my schoolbag when I suddenly heard my classmate's voice. It turns out I'm not on duty yet. Fortunately, my classmates reminded me, otherwise I will be scolded again tomorrow.
Finally, after cleaning the classroom, I rushed downstairs. When I reached the stairs, I walked down slowly. Downstairs, I'm going to ride a bike. I found my wheel flat. I struggled. I can't ride it anyway!
Later, the teacher walked slowly to the carport and said to me, "Why is your car flat?" I answered him, "Maybe something stabbed me on the way here?" The teacher walked away without saying anything. He pushed the car to my side. He only patted the back seat twice, and I understood what the teacher meant.
I locked the car without saying anything, and then I got into his car. As soon as the teacher started driving, I blinked a few times and got off. I was so busy that I just said a few words of thanks and left with the teacher.
There are many stories between my teacher and me, simple and ordinary but full of profound friendship between teachers and students.