The teacher taught me the truth of being a man. Miss Zhao is now the head teacher of our class. She is of medium height, with short black hair and looks clean. Sometimes I wear a pair of glasses to look elegant and solemn, with a white face and bright eyes. She is usually gentle and smiling to people, but she is strict and meticulous in our study. In this way, every student in our class is making progress bit by bit. I remember that time, I didn't study actively, I was listless all day, and I went home at night and even dragged my feet. Do homework until eight or nine o'clock every day. Once I didn't finish it at 9: 30, and my mother couldn't bear to tell the teacher about me. The next morning, I came to school in fear. I don't listen to anything in class. I secretly looked at Mr. Zhao's face. It was calm and there was no sign of a storm. After four classes, I put my heart into my stomach with luck. I thought I had escaped, but as soon as I put my heart down, I heard Miss Zhao calling my name. I was scared out of my wits. I came to the office with trepidation. Unexpectedly, Miss Zhao didn't scold me or break into a furious rage. He earnestly told me the truth of being a man and the importance of learning. Ashamed of what I said, I obediently wrote a letter of guarantee and gave it to him. After talking to Mr. Zhao, I am very active in my study now. Initiative, significantly improved than before. Here, I want to say; Thank you, Miss Zhao. Because you are like my mother, my mother gave me life, but you gave me the truth and rich knowledge of being a man.