In life, work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with short writing. An activity, essay contest, etc. generally need essay writing. After the author submits the manuscript to the organizer of the essay activity, the author's work can participate in the competition, but part of the copyright is also given to the organizer of the essay activity accordingly. You always can't write a paper? The following is my collection of essays on teachers' dream education. Welcome to share.
Sound of My Dream
This place, perhaps everyone will not feel strange. There are colored chalk, chalk eraser, pencil sharpener, trivial disputes and sometimes tears, but they are full of uncontrollable and infectious joy. There is a slight noise in the classroom, ringing bells in the corridor, and children running freely on the playground ... This convenient place is our dream place.
Just because the first teacher asked me when I was a child, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" "teacher!" Therefore, along the way, there is no hesitation, no confusion, only a unique "course"!
First, the beginning of the dream-illusory leisure.
When I was a student, the dream of education was a beautiful picture. It has many colors, rich plots and vivid characters. The children in the classroom are happy and active, absorbing the nutrients of knowledge in the sea of books in their own unique way; After class, we are the closest friends, talking about everything, erasing the dignity of educators, increasing the innocence of childhood, accompanying them through important journeys, and finally achieving the dream of being full of peaches and plums.
Yes, this is a dream, this is a dream that has been fantasized for countless times, this is an ethereal dream. With this dream, I walked into Chengxi Primary School and welcomed the most naive child in the primary school-the first grade angel. Looking at that lovely little face, my happiness rose to the highest point. At that time, I told myself again and again in my mind: I want to be a good teacher! I want to realize my educational dream.
However, when I assumed the responsibility of the parents of this family, I suddenly found that they were actually a group of demons with "angel" masks, challenging the "aging" heart again and again with their innocent appearance. As a result, the girl who has been smiling has become a "tigress", and I don't know when she has the loud voice of "Hedong Lion". But those "culprits" always stare at those clear and flawless eyes and look back at me blankly, saying countless question marks. After a semester, I didn't feel that I was walking towards my dream. They are happy, but disorganized; We are close, but we have no prestige. Like dust flying all over the sky, it is free, but there is no gathering point. Therefore, my dream was shattered in the huge gap with my brother class.
Second, the end of the dream-experience, pay, change, harvest
(a) Formative education is satisfactory
The bitter experience of this month changed my dream. At this time, my dream has become several independent and interrelated words "progress", "change" and "habit" ... After meditation, these words have been integrated into education and teaching. The first thing to be rectified is standardization, so I slowed down the pace of class and seized the opportunity of "establishing rules" in each class. Any child who makes progress will be rewarded with a small red flower and a five-pointed star immediately. After a few days, words and deeds have paid off. It seems that the charm of praise is really endless. Therefore, praise and reward began to play a great role in my teaching. "Soaring into the sky" restrained their behavior and showed their achievements. Grandpa Man's Smile is the result of the efforts of a large group of people. Looking at the small apples hanging on the branches to symbolize the harvest, the children's faces are filled with happiness and pride. They are enjoying the joy of harvest happily, but they also don't forget to win glory for the group and chase each other. The title of Pleasant Goat is given to children who actively use their brains and speak boldly in class. ...
A series of "honey" is distributed timely and appropriately, which produces different chemical reactions in children's hearts. Only then did I realize that my dream was quietly coming true. The dream at this time is a kind of down-to-earth, the pride of habit, the joy of children's growth and progress, and the satisfaction of paying and harvesting!
(2) I feel "my home" is happy.
If the code of conduct is a kind of satisfaction, what is happiness? I remember it was a tug-of-war at a sports meeting. The children are enthusiastic and eager to try. I can't express the expressions on their faces in words. At the beginning of the game, after fierce competition, the children were sweating and panting, but in the end, they decided the outcome with a protracted game. Hearing the cheers of the children in the master class, it became extremely quiet at this time. Their eyes were so focused, they looked at the venue as if there was no one around, and they were silent. In this way, they bowed their heads and silently walked back to the place where they belonged to our class.
Seeing the children's sad eyes, I greeted them with a smile: "Great! Already very powerful! " Unfortunately, at this time, my praise has not been exchanged for a sunny smile. So I stepped forward and rubbed their little hands: "Does it hurt?" Answer me is still silent, one by one just shook his head. The children returned to the middle of the second (third) scene and finally began to blend in with the laughter. Yes, that's the child. Sadness is only temporary, I think so. Height, weight, venue and many other factors affect the final result of the competition. Whether it is the first place may not be so important, and my thoughts have returned to the fierce competition venue.
At this time, Tao Bo came over and said, "Teacher Shen, Ning Jing is crying." At that time, I thought it was a naughty child who bullied her, but when I turned around, I saw the child standing well without a trace of dust. Then, another idea jumped into my mind. I went over, squatted down and hugged her gently: "Ning Jing, what's wrong with you?" She just shook her head and cried without saying a word. "Did you feel sad when you lost the game, so you cried." I asked. She nodded with a runny nose and tears. At this moment, a happy factor called "moving" suddenly flooded into my heart, which was actually brought to me by an 8-year-old child. "When the game, do you think you have worked hard? Have you exhausted your strength? " She nodded. "Then do you think all the other children who participated in the competition did their best?" She nodded her head anyway. "Then why are you crying? The teacher thinks that it is not important for us to win the first prize, as long as we work hard and pay. Because in the eyes of teacher Shen, your performance just now is excellent, and in the eyes of cheerleading children, you are also the best! Isn't it? " At this time, the children around also expressed their opinions. "As long as you work hard, you won't regret it, nothing!" "You are all great!" "Let's have a good game next time!" ..... "You see how well the children speak, but so does the next game. We just need to do our best. Remember our slogan? Happy sports, happy sports! We are happy and happy in the competition, right? " At this time, Ning Jing finally broke into tears and smiled, and other children also held her to continue watching the game.
This competition has shocked me again and again, and filled my heart with happiness. I have never thought about the collective honor of second-grade children, and I have never seen them so serious when they are naughty at ordinary times. I think happiness is not a bouquet of flowers on Teachers' Day, a simple hug or a blunt greeting, but a feeling of "home" for students from the heart.
The dream at this time is still a colorful painting for me, which contains little things, step by step steadiness, bit by bit decomposition persistence, and tears, sweat and laughter left by us all the way. This is my dream, and this is my simplest educational dream.
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