I suddenly found that I haven't taken a serious photo for a long time. There are thousands of photos in the mobile phone, including children and students, but I can't find my photo. Turning on the computer, I found some photos that I thought were satisfactory in the photo album a few years ago. As a woman, I also hope to make a good impression. Motto: I would like to be a teacher with a ruler, light in my eyes and love in my heart.
This maxim comes from a popular article. The mother of a first-grade elementary school student wrote down her longing with deep affection: Mother hopes that you can meet a teacher with a ruler and light in your eyes and be a student with awe and faith.
What touched my heart most was the sentence "Holding a ruler, there is light in your eyes". Mother realized that children can receive punishment education. I don't know this mother, and I can't communicate with her, but I think there are many mothers who have the same idea with her. I want to say to my mother who is in such a mood: I would like to be a teacher with a ruler, light in my eyes and love in my heart.
I think I love students.
On the National Day of 2000, my student Xiao Du was diagnosed with leukemia. When the bad news came, I shed tears with heartache. Xiao Du's family is just an ordinary peasant family and can't afford the cost of leukemia treatment. I don't want this poor child to die so early. I hope I can do my best to save him. So, I actively tried to get the Youth League Committee of the school to come forward and send a rescue proposal to the teachers and students of the school, asking them to donate money for Komori. At that time, my monthly salary was only 5 12 yuan, and I took out the donation from 500 yuan. In the end, the money raised was only a few thousand yuan. At that time, it took about 500 thousand to do bone marrow transplantation. These donations are just a drop in the bucket. All I can do is extend his departure time. When I came to Xiao Du's home with the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the school and sent a donation, I saw gratitude. In the end, Xiao Du failed to overcome his illness, and he left us forever. I think there should be love in his heart when he leaves.
I'm glad Du understands my love for him. I thought all the children could understand my love for him, but then I did a regrettable thing. There was a girl who angrily transferred to another school because of my kind punishment.
In 2007, following the arrangement of the school, I took over a teaching job in Grade Two. Teachers should know that it is often more difficult to take over the teaching work halfway than to take over the work of freshmen. Without exception, I was rejected, and these children were unwilling to accept me at first. I also lacked teaching wisdom at that time, and I just wanted to be strict with them. I punished 12 students who didn't finish their homework. The punishment was not cruel, just wringing their ears like I said before. This punishment only reminds children to concentrate on the homework assigned by the teacher. At that time 12 students, only one girl didn't finish her homework. I actually want that girl to go. I consider that girls may be psychologically fragile and love face. However, in front of the whole class, the class representative gave me this 12 classmate who didn't finish his homework. If I don't punish them, I will leave the impression that the regulations are not enforced. If students don't finish their homework in the future, I will have no way to deal with it. According to the established rules, 12 students lined up and I twisted their ears one by one. I am measured. Before I twist them, I will twist my ears to make sure that the strength of my hands can make students feel pain without hurting their children. 1 1 After the boy was screwed, his eyes were ashamed; After the only girl was twisted, her eyes were angry.
The diary handed in by the girl the next day reads: I hate you! Growing up, no one touched a finger of mine. How dare you touch me! I hate you!
She wrote a line in her diary, and I replied to three pages in her diary. I feel that every sentence is full of feelings, so I sincerely advise her to understand the teacher's good intentions towards her. The diary was sent to her. I invited her to the corridor outside the classroom. I let her finish reading what I wrote. I thought she would understand me. However, after reading it, she walked into the classroom with a diary and didn't forgive me at all. I froze in place and continued to think about how to dispel this girl's misunderstanding of me.
Unexpectedly, this misunderstanding has not been solved. This girl transferred to another school and left!
The feeling of not being forgiven is painful, and I still can't let go until today. 10 years have passed, and now, the girl has grown up, and she may have married and become a family, being a wife and a mother. I wonder if she still hates me.
Now, I am still a teacher, and I am still willing to use my power to punish students, not afraid of children's misunderstanding. I would like to make children realize the importance of learning after suffering. There is nothing terrible about misunderstanding. With the development of children's minds, they will understand the teacher's intentions. The terrible thing is that teachers let go to punish students' mistakes and indulge in the years when they should have studied hard, but the wasted time is gone forever.
If I have to choose between strict management and indulgence of students, I am still willing to choose, pick up a ruler, have light in my eyes and love in my heart, and continue to be an infatuated teacher.