My math teacher's composition 1, a short, chubby middle-aged female teacher with a smile on her face, is our admired math teacher-Miss Liu.
Teacher Liu has rich teaching experience. She is always so relaxed, lively, lively and interesting in class. We all like to listen to her talk about math. Her lectures are always so funny, humorous and fascinating that we are all interested. Unconsciously, we all fell in love with the interesting course of mathematics.
I remember when I was in the first grade, I was still a timid little boy. I left my familiar friends and came to this strange classroom, surrounded by many strange classmates. My heart is pounding and I am inevitably afraid. So I have been sitting in my seat with my head down, and I have been afraid to raise my head to communicate and play with my classmates. For several days, tension, fear and loneliness attacked me at the same time. I just want to leave school early and throw myself into my mother's warm arms.
One day, I suddenly felt a gentle hand stroking my head gently. I suddenly looked up and saw that it was Miss Liu. Teacher Liu said kindly, "Why not play with everyone?" "I don't know them, I'm afraid!" I whispered. Teacher Liu smiled and said to me, "You should be brave and take the initiative to play with everyone. Don't be too nervous. " It was this sentence that encouraged me and made me determined to change.
After class, I got up the courage to go to a group of students who were playing racquet games and said to one of the chubby students, "Can I play with you?" That classmate immediately agreed to let me join their game, and I was extremely happy. At this moment, Mr. Liu came over, patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We should boldly play with our classmates in the future." We are a family. This happy class is our home. Everyone helps each other and studies together. " Then I met other students, and before I knew it, I now had many good friends.
A few years have passed, and we will soon graduate from primary school. I've changed a lot over the years. Thank you very much for letting us know the importance of knowledge. It is you who have changed our ignorant children; It is also your hard work that has watered our growth. I love you-Miss Liu!
My math teacher, Grade Three, Composition 2, the sunlight came in obliquely from the window, and I couldn't help feeling sleepy when I looked at a whole page of dense little symbols. I shook my head and tried to wake myself up, while begging the teacher for mercy: "teacher, please leave me alone." I really can't think of this question! " "
While evaluating homework, the teacher shook his head and said to me, "outstanding, no matter how clever a child is, he can't work hard." From now on, you should build a wrong book and copy all the wrong questions neatly. After a week, I will check it. " You must believe in yourself. ""what! " I jumped up in surprise. According to my correct rate of ten questions and eight mistakes, it is impossible for me to finish sorting them out in a week. So I smiled and said to the teacher, "Teacher, what should I do if I ignore it?" The teacher looked up at my flattering eyes and said without thinking, "The final math score was above 90." "What?" I jumped up again. I can't even pass the exam now, let alone the astronomical figure of 90 points. "Well, I copied the wrong question. "I bowed my head and resigned myself to make up for my future miserable situation.
As I expected, the future scene can only be described by a capital word "sadness". I copied the wrong book when others played games during lunch break; Others look at the mobile phone, and I copy the wrong book; When others were chatting, I copied the wrong book ... A week passed, the bell rang, and I handed the wrong book to the teacher neatly. The teacher didn't say anything, but gave me a paper to finish at the weekend. When I found that I could finish this paper easily, I felt the teacher's intention and the wrong book.
This semester will be over soon. At the moment when the final exam results were handed down, I jumped up in surprise, looked at the teacher in disbelief, and then laughed with him. 96 points! The score I never expected is clearly written on paper at the moment. Looking back on my semester, I copied the wrong textbooks every day, stayed in the math classroom all day, corrected the wrong questions and asked the teacher questions. Perhaps my efforts have paid off, or perhaps the teacher's "believe in yourself" has had a magical effect. When I opened the wrong book that I had written more than 60 pages, I recalled the bitterness of a semester, and tears in my eyes could not help falling.
It was still an afternoon, when the sun came in obliquely from the window, looking at a whole page of dense symbols, burying his head in writing. Thank you teacher! Thank you for trusting me and making me "believe in myself"!
My math teacher Song is a math teacher in our class. In the eyes of others, he is simply an iceberg, but in the eyes of our classmates, he is not "ice" at all.
Teacher Song is tall, with a few strands of silver hair in his hair, and his eyes seem to be full of "murder". He walks with formidable strides. Although Song Laosi is fifty years old, he looks very young, and his impression will always be four words: earnest and spirit!
Teacher Song's math class is very interesting. After a class, there are few people who don't listen. At the beginning, I thought Mr. Song was a little scary, but now I don't think so. Because Mr. Song is humorous in class, he often gives examples from his life and tells stories of his childhood, which is very interesting and adds a lot of fun to the rigid math class. When you have time to talk too much, you say humorously, "Stop it, class is over!" " ! Teacher Song's smile is very infectious. Every time he smiles, it will add a good atmosphere and concentrate the students' attention. Many of Mr. Song's words have almost become "famous sayings", and the most famous one in the class is "a silly energy is coming".
Teacher Song is very serious and responsible. In class, the teacher will keep an appropriate speed. Smart students will not be too slow, and students who are not smart will keep up. As long as a classmate asks Mr. Song questions, he is very happy and will patiently explain them to you. Every time I ask him a question, I will ask him for a long time, but the teacher will talk until I understand.
Math teachers can also have a small temper! When I asked a biological question in the office before, I saw that Mr. Song was empty. Mr. Song said, "Why didn't anyone ask me a question?" Really boring! "His expression at that time was like a bullied child, which made other teachers laugh again and again.
Math teachers also have an iceberg side, so they treat naughty students. Mo Jiaxuan once spoke in a math class, but he never changed his mind. The math teacher said seriously, "Stand behind?" As soon as this was said, the whole class quieted down, as if the air had solidified and the temperature had dropped several degrees.
Teacher Song should be serious when he is serious, and humorous when he is humorous, so that his classmates respect him very much. Teacher Song is an "authority" in mathematics, and many people envy our class! Song Lao's external cold and internal heat are really "icebergs" but not "ice"!
My math teacher, Grade 3 Composition 4, has been saying that strict teachers make excellent students and strict teachers make excellent students. It is also said that humorous teachers can bring fun to students in boring learning and make them fall in love with learning. My math teacher is a combination of the two, a humorous and strict teacher, and she is also my head teacher. In my eyes, she is a perfect teacher.
My math teacher is beautiful, slim and always has a kind smile on her young face. This is my math teacher-Miss Gan.
Remember the first math class, the teacher introduced himself. She carefully wrote her name on the blackboard, and told us that due to the special care of her former classmates, she privately gave herself a nickname-Little Gan Gan. We also like her nickname, which sounds very smooth, but some naughty students in our class gave her a "big name"-Laoganma.
In class, we never dare not listen carefully, because she has a pair of critical eyes. Students who don't listen carefully and are distracted will always be noticed by her sharp eyes and "specially cared for" by her. Therefore, we are never half-hearted in class and always concentrate on listening to the teacher.
Teachers are usually humorous. After class, he always talked and laughed with his classmates, had a good chat and got along well with us.
People often say that teachers are like "spring silkworms" and "wax torches turn to ashes", but I think this metaphor is too depressing. I think Mr. Gan and all teachers should be "spring rain", as Du Fu said in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently".
This is my math teacher-Miss Gan. She is both an "old sweet mom" in the eyes of male students and a "little sweet mom" in the eyes of female students. She moistens our grass like spring rain and makes us grow up healthily. Thank you! My math teacher! Let me meet you in the most beautiful years!
I have a dedicated math teacher. My math teacher is chubby and wears black-rimmed glasses.
"Come on, come on! Get ready quickly! " A classmate said in a panic. The students in our class quickly sat in their seats. After a while, the math teacher came in. I shouted, "Stand up!" "The students said in unison," I'm sorry, teacher! We know this is wrong! "The teacher looked at us and looked at the big characters on the blackboard-sorry, teacher! We know this is wrong! We will study hard in the future! My eyes suddenly turned red. This time, it was tears that moved me.
Everything goes back to two days ago. ...
That day, I was having a math class, and there were always classmates talking in the class. The teacher had no choice but to yell. Who knows, the voice is louder. The teacher stared at us, and sad tears flowed down. Yes, the teacher worked hard to prepare lessons for us and give us lectures on the platform, but we trampled on the teacher's achievements. So, there is such a thing.
After the apology, some students in our class privately apologized to the teacher when they were reading in the afternoon, and the teacher accepted with a smile.
Another time, the teacher asked me to go to the office. The teacher wasn't there when I went, so I stood at the teacher's desk and waited for a while. I glanced at it casually, and I saw a scene that moved me-the teacher's book was full of knowledge, and it was marked to remember this kind of problem that we are prone to make mistakes. It's not hard to imagine how hard the math teacher worked.
After a while, the teacher came back. She put two methods of solving problems in front of me with a serious face and asked, "You see, which method is more acceptable to students in our class? I will talk about it in class. " I was shocked. I didn't expect the teacher to care so much about us.
The math teacher is really dedicated. Every class, other teachers come in after ringing the bell, but our math teacher comes to the classroom early to remind us that class is coming soon.
Finally, I hope that the math teacher can continue to be himself and be that lovely self; Be that chubby self!
My math teacher, Grade Three Composition 6, among all the teachers in the classroom, the most individual is math teacher Yang, and we like her class best.
Miss Yang is small and broad, which is supposed to be inferior, but she is so cheerful and humorous.
The bell rang, and with the sound of "dadada", a short but wide figure came into my eyes. I quickly opened the textbook to welcome her. The door slammed, and she strode onto the platform like a meteor, holding a piece of chalk and saying, "Is it time to talk about multiplication today?" Everybody open your books, page 52. "Her voice did not fall, face the blackboard suddenly sank. I was surprised and looked up, only to find that the chalk path on the blackboard was almost a spider's web. When I saw that the situation was wrong, I was trying to remedy it. The teacher looked up and sighed: "Alas! I'm miserable! Students don't pay attention to mathematics, and now they don't even like the blackboard. " Suddenly, the whole class was amused by her exaggerated action expression. I smiled helplessly and quickly got up to clean the blackboard. Only then did the teacher show a knowing smile.
When talking about the key content of this lesson, Teacher Yang suddenly asked a question, "The result of power is a kind of power. What can you think of when you see it? " What? I racked my brains to think, but the teacher gave me a smile. "Is Yang Mi! Look at the stars learning math, and you should be eager to learn! " Everyone looks like an epiphany. The teacher really never forgets to mention the importance of mathematics!
After class, we began to do problems. While we were writing, we suddenly heard some students whispering. I began to exercise my duties as a class representative and shouted "Quiet!" The teacher rolled his eyes, counted in his heart and said softly, "Look how good I am to you! I have never scolded you, even if you are noisy, I will let you be free, and the class representative will shout quiet! " After that, we blinked innocently, we all laughed and sighed silently: Teacher, you are too powerful!
This class ended in laughter, and the lively and cheerful image of Teacher Yang was deeply engraved in my heart.
My math teacher has black hair. He has gentle eyes; He has a smiling face; He has a pair of big rough hands. Who is he? By the way, he is my former math teacher, Miss Liu.
I still remember the summer of the third grade, because our classroom is close to the green belt next to it, and there are many mosquitoes.
That morning, after math class, Mr. Liu raised the essential balm in his hand and shouted to us, "Who was bitten by a mosquito?" Come to me, I have essential balm here, so it won't itch if I put a little on it! ""me! " "me." "I was bitten by a mosquito, too!" The students shouted noisily. Later, everyone swarmed, vying to wipe the wind oil essence. Teacher Liu said: "Don't worry, everyone has a share. "It's my turn. Several bags were bitten by mosquitoes, especially on the knees, and a big bag was bitten by mosquitoes. When I applied the wind oil essence, the bag stopped itching immediately, and a cool feeling penetrated into my heart. " Ah! It's so comfortable "I said, but then it is difficult. The big bag itched again, and it didn't work after applying wind oil several times. Teacher Liu asked me to show it to Teacher Kang. Teacher Kang handed me a bottle of toilet water and said, "Go and put some on it." Another enthusiastic teacher handed me a bar of soap and said, "Put some soap on the bag, go!" " "From then on, I felt the enthusiasm of the teachers and my heart was warm.
Our math teacher changed this year, so Mr Liu Can stopped taking us. On a Friday shortly after the start of school, I finished my sketch class and waited for my mother to pick me up. My mother was busy at work those two days, so she came to pick me up very late. Teacher Liu happened to see it and said to me, "Call your mother." "hmm." After the phone call, I said to Teacher Liu, "Mom didn't answer the phone, which means she will arrive soon." Teacher Liu said to me, "Then wait for a while." Just then, my mother came to pick me up. Teacher Liu said to her mother, "Come and pick up the child early in the future. It's quite lonely to see her waiting there." "Good, good!" Mother said, "Thank you, Teacher Liu!"
Look, this is Miss Liu, and this is Miss Liu who is helpful!
My math teacher gave composition 8 for grade three. The math teacher in our class is really strange!
His face is black and big. There is a mole the size of a soybean next to the nose, and the eyes are as scary as an eagle!
Ding, ding, ding is in class. A chubby man came into the classroom with a wallet in his hand. "class!" The teacher looked at the classroom haughtily and seriously. "Hello, classmate!" Then suddenly a password: "put everything on the desktop." "Three! Two! One! " This time is too short! Then I heard the teacher's lazy sentence: "You are too slow to pack things." The teacher nodded at us and suddenly became serious. "One more time!" . Do you think he's strange?
"Today, let's give a lecture. Who will speak? " The teacher looked at us expectantly. "The teacher must be tired today. I want to find a classmate to speak for him!" I said to myself. Teachers are really lazy. Some students raised their hands, and the teacher ordered one at random. The teacher was lying on his "sofa", holding his kudingcha in one hand and closing his eyes. I don't know if he is listening, but he shook his head, carefree and complacent, which made us want to laugh. When the classmate finished speaking, the teacher immediately sat up like a chicken blood and pointed out the shortcomings of the classmate.
The prize of the math contest is out! Our class has achieved good results. The Chinese teacher gave us some excellent class cadre awards, and the math teacher gave us prizes. He came up empty-handed and the teacher smiled mysteriously at everyone: "Guess what gift I'm going to give?" The students talked about it one after another. Some people say it's chocolate, some people say it's a notebook, some people say it's a ruler ... The teacher held his head high and waved his hand, proudly saying, "You are all not smart, I'm poor. I left a lot of papers after teaching, so your gift is ... "The teacher took out a stack of papers from her arms. We strongly protest! The teacher smiled more happily and took out a bag of candy from her wallet. "In fact, your gift is this bag of candy!" The students all shouted, "Hey, how did this happen?"
This is our strange teacher-Miss Zhang.
My math teacher's surname is Yuan. Although she is not tall, she is smart and capable.
Miss Yuan wears a pair of glasses with straight bangs and a short ponytail. Miss Yuan loves to laugh. Her face always smiles like a spring breeze. If one day I see her with a straight face, it's an unforgivable mistake we made! Miss Yuan is the youngest English, math and English teacher in our class. He is very friendly, humorous and patient, and is one of the most popular good teachers among students.
I like Teacher Yuan's class very much. Whenever the atmosphere in math class is awkward, Mr. Yuan can always skillfully resolve it; If she gets into trouble in the lecture, she can also skillfully help herself out of trouble. So in math class, the atmosphere is very active and we enjoy it. Once a bee flew in our class, and we were all very scared. Some people hide behind the same table, while others get under the table. We are still in fear after the bees fly away. At this time, Teacher Yuan smiled and said, "You can attract bees, and it really is the flower of the motherland!" ! Fortunately, you are not a rotten egg, or you will attract a group of flies! "Teacher Yuan's words made the whole class burst into laughter, and the students' inner anxiety was also diluted.
Besides humor, Mr. Yuan is also very patient. My math performance is not very top-notch, and I failed several times in the exam last semester. Teacher Yuan didn't scold me or ask me why I was so "degenerate", but patiently explained the wrong questions to me, helped me analyze the reasons for the mistakes and encouraged me to do better in the exam. There is still a period of time near the end of last semester. Every Thursday after school, Mr. Yuan will leave a few underachievers to help them make up lessons. She hopes that the underachievers in the final exam can catch up and let the class be eliminated. Every time the whole school leaves, only our class is still lit, and all the other teachers leave. Only Mr. Yuan is still tutoring his classmates. Every time I see Miss Yuan so tired, I feel distressed.
Teacher Yuan taught us that "there are no born idiots in the world, only idiots who don't work hard", which inspired us to study hard and be honest. No matter how long, I will never forget her teachings.
My math teacher 10 entered junior high school, and from time to time recalled the time of primary school, but the first scene was not a fight with my classmates, but my math teacher. He is not tall, but his eyes are so bright that people dare not move in his class; Hook nose, thick eyebrows, let a person never forget. But what impressed me most was his unique teaching method.
Every time I hand out papers, I'm sweating like a pig, because he always looks at them according to the level of his grades. Looking at the dazzling scores and listening to familiar names, I am always the last to look. 70 and 60 are common.
Once, the teacher called me to the office, and I thought I was going to criticize me again-I was used to it. "Come and be my math representative!" He said such a thing to me in a happy tone. Math class representative? Isn't that the one who always comes first? How could it be me?
When I walked out of the office, I came to my senses. Being a branch representative means that I have to get grades, but the order of the papers is ... At this time, the teacher's words linger in my ear: "You can learn math well and believe in yourself!" "
When I got home that day, I began to do math consciously. It may be the teacher's encouragement, or it may be because I have been a branch representative and I have done it more seriously than before. The next day, the teacher called me to the office again. "Homework is more serious than before. Let me tell you these wrong questions! " Unconsciously, the wasted recess was occupied by mathematics. Never speak in class, and begin to answer questions. Although I sometimes make mistakes, the teacher didn't scold me.
From then on, the teacher helped me with this unique teaching method, from the end to the front. I hope I can see my name several times in advance every time I score in the exam. So I surpassed myself again and again, and gradually fell in love with learning mathematics.
Mathematics is no longer a subject I hate, and the math teacher has changed more than my math. He gave me hope of learning. He will always be my teacher, correcting my teacher when I want to be lazy and encouraging my teacher when I want to give up.