My first speech on educational stories
Dear judges, teachers and colleagues at the scene,
Hello everyone! I am the No.7 player in our school, and my colleagues love to call me "Swallow" affectionately. Although I am not as smart, witty, brave and calm as Yan Zi, a doctor of Qi, I have the same thin figure as him. Although I am introverted, I am not good at expressing myself, but at this moment, I bravely set foot on this sacred platform in order to tell everyone a spiritual cry, that is: love can change everything!
The word "time is like a song" is really good. /kloc-has been teaching echo for 0/2 years. Students come and go, and they come and go. Inadvertently, I have been the head teacher of five classes. The children gave me a lot of things. They make me laugh, cry and move me. As the children grew up, I gradually matured. I thank them for making me feel happy and satisfied in such a monotonous life in the past; They gave me a sense of accomplishment. Among these children, there are only 40 boys in the graduating class of 0xx. They brought me not only these, but also feelings, sadness and shock. He is the most unusual. This is Li Jialiang.
Li Jialiang is an unforgettable little guy: of medium build, with a white face and stubborn and rebellious eyes. In the fourth grade, a problem figure like him was transferred to Class One, which caused the most trouble every day. No matter how much you tried to persuade him, he wouldn't say "I was wrong". His attitude towards any teacher is to hold his neck high and look at you distrustfully, and the same is true for me. His attitude really annoys me. Sometimes I think: where is this child? This is obviously a stubborn stone. Whenever Mr. Ren Ke tells me that Li Jialiang is too difficult to manage, I can only smile bitterly, because I am really a carrot and stick to him, and there is really nothing I can do. Just when I was at a loss, I was surprised to find his bright spot: he is very clever and writes neatly; I also love working and fighting injustice. From then on, I greeted his indifference with loving eyes every day. Gradually, his indifference disappeared. Maybe he felt that the teacher didn't dislike him, sometimes he liked him very much, and even treated him better than others. Until one day, he made another mistake. I gently touched his head and said to him; "Jia Liang, you made another mistake. The teacher knows you didn't mean it, but sometimes you can't help yourself, can you? As long as you can correct your mistakes, the teacher will not dislike you. " At this time, he didn't speak, with his head down and his eyes moist, but he tried hard not to let tears flow out.
After a long time, he said softly, "Teacher, I was wrong!" " "At this moment, my tears came out. It's been more than a year, and I finally got this sentence. It's so hard! From then on, he was able to admit his mistake. Although he often changed his crime, he changed it, but I am very satisfied, because he finally listened to my advice sincerely. I believe that every word of advice and encouragement I give him will bring him closer to the right path of life.
I think all the teachers here feel the same way! Love every student, impress them with my heart, and inject the love of my little teacher into them: help children without parents learn to live; Help naughty boys overcome their learning difficulties; Help the self-abased little girl to build self-confidence; Help the shy little boy open his heart. ...
Three-foot platform, although the stage is small, I hold the teacher's love and look forward to tomorrow; A classroom has a short vision, but I love students and have no regrets about youth. 12 years of nursery farming made me suddenly realize:
Yes, I take responsibility; Dedication, I experience happiness; Creation, I feel life; Educating people, I enjoy it!
Teachers, kindness is in your heart and love is in action! Let's build bridges with love, gather warmth with care, convey happiness with sincerity, and cast the golden Great Wall with time that "love can change everything"!
Thank you!
My educational story speech II
Dear judges and teachers,
Hello everyone!
"Happiness is a feeling. Open your heart to feel it. Happiness is everywhere. " Every day, I enjoy the days with my students: the joy of gratitude. In front of the smallest director in the world, watching the children grow up day by day, I have unspeakable feelings in my heart, even if it is happy, angry, sad and happy.
I remember one afternoon two weeks ago, our class had two self-study classes in a row, and all the children were bored. In order to adjust students' mood, I decided to tell them a touching story I once read. When I stood on the podium and announced the news, a smile appeared on their faces, and they immediately refreshed. Some students even shouted: Good teacher, only you can understand our hearts.
The children turned to me and we entered the story together. A little girl who was born aphasia went to welcome her mother home on a stormy night after a busy day, but tragedy happened. The child's mother fell down in the wind and rain, and her mother didn't close her eyes. She just held her favorite sticky cake in her hand and told her mother in sign language over and over again that I would be fine ... I was suffocating.
After silence, I asked, "How do we feel?" A child stood up and replied, "This is the truest and most beautiful love in the world, and it is the truth that everyone should know." I was shocked to hear this simple answer. Then I said, "Maybe mom and dad will tell you that they don't need your reward. As long as you study hard and grow up well, can you know what mom and dad are thinking? "
"I know, their mind is to let us get a good grade and get into a good university in the future."
"I also know that mom and dad will only give us, silently dedicated to us. They want us to have a bright future. "
Hearing their sincere words, I was moved by their understanding and delicate feelings. At this time, a naughty child in the class stood up and whispered, "My parents get up early every day and never complain about the fatigue of life." In order to receive a good education, they tried their best to let me transfer to another school, but I either cursed or fought. " After a moment's pause, we found his expression of shame and his fingers kept scratching his head. He filled me with expectations. Finally, I said, "I promise: I will reassure my parents and be an obedient and good student in the future." Teachers and students, please supervise me! "We all applauded for him. Looking at their persistent encouragement, I suddenly felt sour in my heart, and a hot thing flowed out of my eyes ... I think they grew up and understood at that moment. I said, "We should repay our parents with the most powerful actions, and we should show our perfect side to our teachers. I believe you have the ability to do it. Let's support and encourage each other and create our indestructible excellent class group. "
This is an ordinary self-study class. I can't see the boring expressions of the students, and I can't hear the helpless sigh. I can only see the students studying happily and seriously, just as they said to themselves: Teacher, we know how to be grateful and we know how to repay.
Finally, I want to express my feelings with a little poem: there is an attitude called enjoyment and a feeling called happiness. Enjoy the happiness of education, and you will have a pair of eyes for discovery; Enjoy the happiness of education, and you will have a happy mood; Enjoy the happiness of education; You will have the passion to create and enjoy the happiness of education; You will have a more poetic life, you can taste greatness from the ordinary, chew the failed achievements from the failure, and you will be surprised to find that happiness is bustling from now on.
Thank you!
My Education Story Speech III
Dear judges and teachers,
Hello everyone!
More than fifty years ago, in the row of low classrooms in Baishan Village, the daughter of a former university landlord climbed an illiterate excellent cowherd. So, she became my grandmother.
Four years later, she put down her pointer, bid farewell to the starving child, and went down the mountain alone to find her brother, the head of the national army who died in battle.
More than 30 years ago, in the same row of low-rise classrooms, a student who failed in the college entrance examination took over my grandmother's pointer from the village party secretary and earned work points while receiving salary.
Four years later, he took back a female teacher in the classroom next door, so she became my mother. Then I fell into that classroom. Because my grandmother left early, I could only sleep quietly in the basket in the corner of the classroom after forty days.
10 years ago, when the 80-year-old man who was used to seeing the bustling city had his eyes above the sky, he reluctantly returned to that village and continued his father's career. When the sunshine of reality shines into the window of dreams, I can only choose ordinary.
Four years later. I still found my wife in the classroom next door.
Perhaps, this is reincarnation. This is destiny.
When the golden tide swept the orange-red sky on campus, I watched the sunset and made an ordinary wish in my heart-
Since we can't walk out of the ordinary, it is better to find the ordinary reasons in the ordinary; Since we can't escape from reality, why not take the ordinary as a career, let it wash away the dust of the profession and shine brilliantly one day in the future?
So, in the ordinary work, I look for the ordinary, appreciate the ordinary, and strive to practice the ordinary.
Eight years ago, when I first entered the open class, I still chose ordinary, but I couldn't calm down.
I became a director. A director with many superstars under his command.
A touch of homesickness, like a touch of wind, gently brushed the young faces of children.
I became a director. An ambitious director. I want to pinch these superstars well. Create an epic performance. Perfect classroom. I'm teaching myself a lesson.
Homesickness is a small boat ticket. Son, when you read this sentence, you should have the same melancholy eyes as Tony Leung Chiu Wai;
Homesickness is a small stamp. Son, when you read this sentence, you should have the same affectionate eyes as Andy Lau;
Homesickness is a shallow strait. Son, when you read this sentence, you should have the same determined eyes as Jet Li.
I keep saying, you want, you want, you want. ...
I did become a director. Guide performance. But I forgot that I am a teacher.
At that time, I failed. I only won the second prize of the first modern classroom competition in the county.
Four years ago, when I entered the open class again. I still choose ordinary, but I can't be calm inside.
I became a director again. A director with many superstars under his command.
When he was appointed to the defeated army, he was ordered to be in danger.
I became a director. An ambitious director. I want to pinch these superstars well. Create an epic performance. Perfect classroom. This time, I think I can do it.
But the difference is that I didn't say: you want it, you want it.
Instead, it gave them an ocean, an ocean of networks, and let these fish wander. Superstars are superstars. They are sometimes as determined as dragons. Sometimes galloping like Lu; Face to face like Kong Ming; Sometimes as accurate as Huang Zhong.
They died of Zhu Gekongming's absolute loyalty; They are anxious about the internal and external troubles of having no generals in Shu; They also resent the joy of their late master Dou.
This time, I was lucky enough to win the first prize of the "model teacher" class, and participated in the Neijiang city competition as a rural teacher, and won again by luck.
I suddenly realized. Teachers under the new curriculum standards are not directors. Just like this profession, you can only choose ordinary, and ordinary is practical. Ordinary is tolerance. Ordinary is respect. Ordinary is careful. Ordinary is patience. Ordinary is love.
Teachers will no longer just impart and manage knowledge, but promote and guide students' development. Teachers will change from the leading role in teaching to "equal chief" and "teachers will gradually lose their leading role in students' learning experience". In classroom teaching, it is the key to emphasize students' autonomy, inspiration, guidance and guidance. How to help students design the correct learning route and choose the correct learning method is the trick, so that students are always in a positive, lively and excited state in class and have their own space to explore, cooperate, experience, create and complete teaching activities.
Education is a complex topic, and an educational story is also like an essay, with various forms, rich contents, wide themes and different methods, but what remains unchanged is the core of education-for all children, for all children, for all children. Therefore, my education story is also your education story, and it is also the education story of all of us. Although the story is prose, the emotion is quite poetic.
Thank you!