Good Morning, everyone!

Ten years ago, with a golden dream, I entered XX Primary School and became a glorious primary school math teacher. When I looked at the innocent child, I was filled with joy. I like them, like the way they laugh, like the way they cry, like the way they play with me, like their bad expressions when they are naughty, like the little girl kissing my face, and then say, hello teacher ~ ~ I like that little boy, and come to me with a football and say, teacher, dare to play football with us?

I like them and I believe I can teach them well. I believe I have excellent academic performance. I believe that as a double-gifted student, I believe that I can report to my alma mater on behalf of all graduates, and I will definitely teach my children well. But reality poured cold water on me. In teaching, I found that as a math teacher, my basic math skills are not solid enough. Solving the Olympic math problem is not as fast as the teacher after grade; Pastel writing is not as good as teacher Zhang's; The teaching language, not as accurate as Mr. Wu's, always seems to be nagging ... Too many shortcomings make me insecure and lower my requirements, thinking, alas, I'll just let it be, whatever, I can't be a famous teacher anyway, and I'll muddle along day by day, forget it.

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