My head teacher's eighth grade composition 1 My head teacher is short and fat. She is our bosom friend, no matter what we think, we can't escape her eyes. In her words, she is the teacher of Rebecca. But in the eyes of her classmates, she is strict father and a loving mother. Because Mr. Wang is sometimes very strict with us and sometimes very kind to us.
I remember that before New Year's Day last year, all the teachers and students in the school were preparing for the New Year's Day party, and our class was no exception. The students are both excited and anxious. I am excited that the students finally have a chance to perform on stage, but anxious that I can't find a good program. The female students all went to the chorus organized by the school, and the male students were like frost-beaten eggplant-why, sitting in their seats. Occasionally, one or two students have their own ideas, and it is not appropriate to discuss with the students around them, so they have to give up. Just when we were at a loss, Mr. Wang came to help, helping the boys find materials. After finally locking in the essay "Help or Not", the students began intensive preparations. Screenwriting, making props, rehearsing, choosing actors ... Students are once again confused in choosing actors. This program only needs six or seven actors, but there are more than twenty male students in our class. In the end, we can only choose actors through audition, but more than half of the boys are disappointed. At this time, Miss Wang also apologized to our classmates who couldn't attend the performance. Students feel that they are not good enough and secretly make up their minds to exert their talents in the future.
Since then, the teacher's hard work has been firmly remembered in my heart. Although she never shouts tired or says bitter, we can know everything he has done for us from her tired expression. The teacher is only in her twenties this year, but she cares about everyone like our mother and reminds every detail of life. Just like our big sister, she pays attention to our joys and sorrows, and we communicate and play like peers. With such friends, sisters and mothers, we will have a happy junior high school life. Therefore, the students like our head teacher very much.
Another characteristic of Mr. Wang that we have to respect is that he is not selfish. For the sake of children's health and safety, the school has clearly stipulated a series of prohibited items. Teacher Wang's inspection can be described as precise, hard and accurate. No matter who you are, no matter where you hide, no matter how many classes you will be detained by the school after checking out, she will find out one by one. The light ones will be warned, and the heavy ones will be handed over to the school for handling. At this time, the students couldn't help calling "Yan" and "Yan" ...
This is my head teacher and Chinese teacher, a responsible person, a person who makes students respect and love.
My head teacher's eighth grade composition 2 Since kindergarten, I have met many teachers, but what impressed me the most is the present Miao head teacher.
Our class is the most rambling in the whole grade. There are a group of "troublemakers" who often make small moves and talk in class. I am one of them. In order to "rectify" the class discipline, the school has specially appointed strict teacher Miao as our head teacher since the third grade, which can "make things difficult" for us.
In the first few weeks, everyone seemed "honest" in order to "save" themselves and give the new class teacher a little face. But within a few weeks, the class returned to its original appearance: talking casually, interrupting and making small moves in class. One day, in class, I got under the table and played with my handiwork, which made the whole class burst into laughter. Then I looked up from under the table and saw Miss Miao's face expressionless. She looked at me reproachfully. I was shocked: when I finished, I was about to "obey orders"-stand at attention and stand aside ... because that's what my father often taught me. However, Miss Miao didn't do this. She told everyone to keep quiet and continue the class. But I don't think it will be easy to finish it. Teacher Miao will have to get even with me in the future.
Sure enough, she stopped me after school. Just when I was in a daze, she gently pulled me to my side and stroked my head and said, "Being naughty in class not only delayed my study, but also affected my classmates' normal class, so that everyone could not learn anything." Don't you feel sorry for everyone? ..... "Strange, my father often scolds me, and my heart is always awkward, but the teacher's words make me determined to correct my mistakes. With the education and help of teacher Miao, I have changed. My change inspired other naughty students, and the discipline of my class was much better, and I became the holder of the "four routines" floating red flag in the whole school.
Teacher Miao worked hard for our class, often giving up all the rest time, and even insisting on working despite illness. Once, Miss Miao suffered from influenza, and the headmaster allowed her to rest for a few days. After class, a teacher came to our class and said, "Teacher Miao is ill, so I'll take your place." As soon as the voice fell, a familiar step followed. "Miao teacher, why don't you have a rest? Is the principal not allowed to leave? " The substitute teacher asked in surprise. "Yes, but I can't live without my children." The students looked at Miss Miao with emotion and saw that she was pale, her hair was a little messy and her eyes were not as bright as before. Teacher Miao smiled and said, "Students, don't worry, my illness is much better. Let's go to class! " Teacher Miao said so, but how can she hide it from us? Her voice is hoarse and her hands holding chalk are shaking. The students were deeply moved, and some even shed tears.
Students, with such a class teacher, what reason do we have to disobey discipline and study hard? !
My head teacher is a beautiful young woman teacher. She is so gentle and approachable that her classmates especially like her.
In our remote town, most of the teachers in the school are older teachers, but this year a group of young teachers have been assigned to teach in our school, and my head teacher is one of them. Because the old teacher taught us before, suddenly a beautiful young teacher came, which was also a surprise for us.
My head teacher has long black hair and is not tall. She likes to wear a long blue dress in summer. This ordinary teacher accompanied us through junior high school.
This is a serious teacher. She is not only my head teacher but also my English teacher. Before, I didn't like English very much, so my English grades were very poor. I even like to cheat when reciting words. With the increase of memorizing words, the teacher found my problem and asked me to recite words alone. For those who have never liked English, how can they take the time to remember words? I used my intelligence to squeeze myself like toothpaste. The teacher asked me gently: classmate, this is not what I wrote silently today. Did you sit at the back of the classroom and didn't hear what I said clearly? I'll give you a minute of what I dictated today. From this time on, I began to learn English slowly and actively, and my English grades began to improve.
This is a teacher who loves students. She likes each of her students, and when they are in trouble, she will try her best to help them. When they need comfort, she will comfort them with her gentle words. She is not so much our teacher as our friend. Whether it is campus life or study.
My head teacher is such a teacher. In the three years of junior high school, she accompanied us to grow up with her best years. She not only taught us knowledge, but also taught us many truths. In learning, she taught us how to love learning. In life, she is also a kind sister.
Junior high school for three years, because of your company, I spent a special junior high school. Under your guidance, I began to fall in love with learning from a poor student, from an introverted person to a person who talks about everything with my classmates. Because of you, I have changed a lot in these three years. I am lucky to have you on my growing road.
My head teacher is a beautiful teacher. In my heart, she will always be a smiling teacher. She has a beautiful smile!
Is the word teacher strict, humorous and gentle in your mind? Every teacher has his own characteristics. And my favorite teacher also has a unique personality, sometimes very serious, with the aura of killing the whole class, and sometimes as gentle as a kitten, which makes us very attached to her and inseparable from her.
She has black hair and sometimes a ponytail, which makes her look particularly energetic. A pair of big watery eyes are bright, as if they can talk and see through everything.
Once doing eye exercises, the teacher left after class and there was a buzz on the fourth floor. What course is this? You're right, it's coming from our 1 class. It seems to be calling the teacher, and sure enough, the teacher is calling! When the teacher's shadow flashed, several students stamped their feet in anxiety and muttered, "What should I do?" ? What should I do? A naughty boy replied, "What else can I do?" "? Cold salad! "It turned out to be really cold and too hot, which led to a storm. Students, the lively scene of holding my words is no less than the vegetable market. Everyone will be angry, not to mention the teacher. Just looking at the teacher's expression can beat the students out of the water. The whole class would have been quiet when the teacher cleared his throat and scanned his eyes and expressions. You can even hear the sound of the needle falling to the ground ... At this point, everyone held their breath and put a rabbit in their hearts, no! Two, three ... This is not good. I'm afraid the whole class will be punished for copying the text again. Don't forget, in the era when the country is trying to protect children, the poor teacher's killer weapon can only help the underachievers and lawless students to make progress, so "copying ancient poems is a great fairy" was born. Listen: "You have to copy the first page tonight ..." Hey! A reluctant voice! It is really "sad to study."
We killed the teachers in the whole class and were gentle with us when the students didn't violate the school rules and class rules! She is a good mother to all of us. She will remind us to keep warm from time to time and send messages to our parents to make them care more about us. In class, if she hears a classmate cough, she will say, "Drink more water and don't catch a cold." When a classmate is sick, in a bad mood or shows progress, the warm spring of hugs will immediately flow all over the body. "Tell her to lie down and drink hot water. No need. I'll contact you ..." The comforting voice will watch. Her gentle love, sometimes moist and quiet, sometimes colorful.
This is the gentle, beautiful, caring and responsible "cartoon" teacher in our class. Our classmates in class 5/kloc-0 love her very much!
My head teacher, the eighth grade composition of the fifth division, what a shining and great name! People often compare teachers to gardeners, to trees and to rain and dew. Yes, the profession of teachers is glorious, and the beautiful life of mankind has left the footprints of teachers. They don't show the mountains and dew, and spend the best years of their lives watering the flowers of the future. We will never forget these gentle and stern, knowledgeable and versatile teachers. They are the starting point of our life and the beginning of our struggle! There are thousands of teachers, but they are all different. When I opened the door of memory, the first thing I saw was Mr. Zheng.
Teacher Zheng has curved eyebrows, a high nose, a wise mouth and bright eyes that always pay attention to every student in the class. Mr. Zheng is neither tall nor short, nor thin or fat. He looks very capable and full of energy.
I have always admired Mr. Zheng's teaching methods. Since I transferred to another school, she has trained a group of outstanding student cadres and changed the face of one poor student after another. Compared with other teachers, Mr. Zheng has a unique teaching method. She picks out good words and sentences from the new lesson every day for us to copy, dictate, make sentences and write small exercises, so that we can master more and more accurate sentences than other students.
Teacher Zheng has one of the greatest advantages. She likes to cultivate excellent students first, so that students can dare to show after setbacks, which gives many students in our class a rich display platform, each with its own strengths and specialties.
Teacher Zheng's homework is very scientific. If she thinks there are too many other homework assignments, she will give us little homework so that we can have enough rest time after studying every day.
Teacher Zheng is strict and moderate in the management of our class. If students don't sign and finish their homework, they will be punished by Mr. Zheng. However, as long as you finish your homework, Mr. Zheng will give you extra points for copying lines!
It is true that Mr. Zheng likes to show off his classmates. Teacher Zheng tested me. Although I didn't succeed, I was more courageous after that.
I remember it was a Wednesday afternoon and it was our class's turn to raise the national flag next week. Teacher Zheng asked me to stay for the training, but I always lost track of the essentials and was eliminated. Teacher Zheng patiently said to me, "Not this time, try next time." After listening to this sentence, I am not sad, just thinking, try again next time!
Thank you, Mr. Zheng! It is you who make more students become small cadres, and everyone has the opportunity to exercise, and I am no exception.
I have spent four years studying and living since my head teacher entered the school. Every success and every ups and downs in these four years are accompanied by the teacher's careful teaching and help. This kind of care and help is like the sunshine in winter, which makes me feel warm and feel the beauty of life. Among them, the most unforgettable thing is my class teacher, Mr. Fang.
Miss Fang, of medium height, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses with bright eyes and a black ponytail behind her head. She is amiable, just like a good friend of each of us. I remember it was a Monday afternoon. I accidentally slipped on the way to the music classroom, and my forehead just hit the corner. Suddenly, my blood flowed. I fell to the ground and cried, and my classmates were scared silly. The music teacher quickly helped me run to the infirmary on the first floor, but there was no one in the infirmary at that time. At this moment, Teacher Fang came. After seeing my wound, she said anxiously, "hurry up and send it to the hospital!" " "On the way to the hospital, I felt particularly helpless, with unbearable pain and tears in my eyes. What can I do? " Don't be afraid, we will arrive at the hospital soon. "Teacher Fang kept comforting me. When I got to the hospital, Teacher Fang held me and went straight to the emergency room. Sweat from my forehead ran down my cheeks, and I deeply realized how much Miss Fang cared about me. When my parents knew that I was injured, they rushed to the hospital and were very anxious to see my painful appearance. After diagnosis, the wound on my forehead needs immediate surgical suture, and nothing else is serious. At this time, Fang's hanging heart finally put down and went back to school.
Another time, the school held an essay contest, and each class recommended ten students to participate. Teacher Fang selected ten students from our class, including me, but I didn't want to take part in the competition at that time, because I was worried that if I didn't get the ranking, I would lose face. At this time, Teacher Fang read my mind and patiently said to me, "The essay contest is a good opportunity to practice writing. You should cherish this opportunity! Besides, one should not attach too much importance to fame. Many things focus on participation. Whether it is successful or not, it is an experience and a harvest. We should win without arrogance and lose without rashness, and we should not give up on our own initiative for fear of failure. This is the biggest failure! " After listening to this, I suddenly realized that I was actively preparing for the game. Although I didn't get the ranking in the end, I accumulated experience through the competition and realized that I should be a conscientious person in life, read more useful books and accumulate rich languages and good materials in order to write distinctive articles.
I will remember teacher Fang's earnest teachings and never forget her encouragement and her kind smile. Gratitude will surge silently in in my heart forever.
Once I attended a meeting, I happened to find that the head teacher who had taught us had been promoted and was working as a brigade counselor. Hearing this, the fragments originally buried in the depths of memory poured in, followed by the smell of spring rain.
Come to think of it carefully, it is reasonable and unexpected for her to serve as a brigade counselor. She is really a person who can do the job.
In the third grade of primary school, she served as our head teacher. She is a tall woman, with big eyes embedded in her beautiful and moving face, always flashing, as if to convey something to you. When she took English with her, there was an empty inspiration in her crisp voice, which was quite refined.
However, what we grade three students really like is her clever and interesting English class.
In every English class, our class will present a completely different scene from other classes. While other classes are reading English words, our class is performing a textbook drama; While other classes are reciting texts, our class is watching English movies ... The laughter and boring reading of games are quietly staged in the grade.
In class, she is a lively and gentle English teacher, but after class, she is a strict head teacher. Maybe it's because I'm a class cadre and she's strict with me. If I play with other students, I will be punished first. To this end, I have a lot of dissatisfaction in my heart.
One afternoon, I was scolded by her for a little thing. I always promised, but I didn't take it seriously. Criticism goes in one ear and out the other.
Soon after returning to the classroom, I didn't expect the teacher to come to see me again. I remember very clearly that it was the spring rain season. The rain was falling magnificently around me-the teacher led me to the corridor to talk.
"I'm really sorry that I criticized you too strongly." She looked at me apologetically "I am also for your own good."
The sudden apology made me feel a little at a loss for a moment. I replied "It doesn't matter" hastily, and I didn't listen to the rest. When the bell rang, I went back to the classroom. All I could see was a face of apology and the intermittent spring rain.
Maybe it's youth and ignorance. This incident just became an episode in my three-year life. But today, I was suddenly moved by this sudden memory. It turns out that in this short period of my life, a teacher was really kind to me and gave me clever guidance at the fork in my life.
My head teacher's eighth grade composition 8 Today, the teacher gave us a new composition topic and praised the people around us. On my way home from school, I thought, whose food should I order? Relatives, teachers and classmates. On second thought, I'd better give my class teacher, Mr. Hong, a compliment!
Miss Hong is a young and capable female teacher. She has big eyes, like two black grapes, and long eyelashes. Whenever her eyes droop, a faint shadow will be cast on her face. She dyed the ends of her hair golden yellow, sometimes in a long ponytail, and sometimes over her shoulders. No matter what posture she designs, it is so beautiful in my eyes.
Mr. Hong is a good teacher who is serious and responsible for his work. Sometimes, students are forbidden to "swim for a long time" in class, and the teacher takes back that classmate's "playing heart" by asking questions. Some students make mistakes repeatedly, and the teacher will tell us the purpose of learning, the truth of being a man, and the stories of those successful celebrities. Slowly, those once naughty students also understand their painstaking efforts, and teachers will feel very gratified. Sure enough, those students made remarkable progress in the second semester.
Teacher Hong knows students' psychology very well, understands us very well, and is not particularly strict with us. There is not much homework, and few students fail to complete their study tasks. Therefore, all the students she teaches have excellent grades, and only a few students have uneven grades. Teacher Hong is also a fair and good teacher. If a classmate makes a mistake, she will make a fair evaluation and convince us. Once, two boys in our class were red-faced over who should carry water. Everyone said not to move by yourself. Teacher Hong called them to the office. After listening to their conversation, she made a fair judgment. Each of them carried five buckets of water, which made the two students laugh and cry.
Not only that, but also Mr. Hong is particularly concerned about his classmates. If any classmate is sick, she will prepare some boiled water and urge them to finish the medicine. If a classmate is found sneezing, she will warmly remind her. Although some students said that the cold was over, she was still worried and called her parents. Miss Hong is both a teacher and a caring mother.
This is our head teacher, Mr. Hong, a good teacher who cares about the group and students and treats them as his own children. Teacher Hong's love is lighter than his parents, but more important than Mount Tai. A teacher is like a candle, illuminating our way forward but burning ourselves. So I want to praise my head teacher, Miss Hong.
I have a good teacher who cares about me and loves me as much as my mother. She has black hair and combs it neatly every day. Miss Wang wears a pair of glasses, a pair of eyes that always care about us. Once when I was running, I accidentally stuffed my beads into my nostrils. When Mr. Wang knew about it, he rushed over to have a look, which made me snort and breathe a sigh of relief. However, the beads are still motionless in my nostrils. Miss Wang raced against time to call her mother, who came and took me to the hospital to take out the beads.
When I went to school in the afternoon, Miss Wang was still concerned about me and asked me about going to the hospital. Until I knew nothing, I continued to teach my classmates with confidence. I was very touched, and I can't forget Mr. Wang's gentle concern for my eyes. Teacher Wang not only gives us Chinese lessons, but also gives us first-class lessons. When other teachers are busy or ill, it is Miss Wang who comes to class. Teacher Wang's task is heavier than that of other teachers. Teacher Wang should not only give us lessons, but also take care of students' safety, study, discipline, hygiene and road team. After class, all the students went out to play, but Mr. Wang corrected our homework in the classroom or office. Teacher Wang is very hard. I must cooperate with him to do everything well.
In order to exercise our study and make our four cadres more progress, Mr. Wang will patiently tell us how to be a competent and good cadre and the importance of forming good habits after giving lectures to us. When the cadres did something wrong, Mr. Wang gently pointed it out to us after class so that we could learn to correct it. Teacher Wang always teaches us patiently, encourages us and helps us correct our mistakes in time. As the saying goes, "Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today!" Teacher Wang will never allow us to leave things until tomorrow. In the lecture, if the students listen carefully and do well, Mr. Wang will be happy to praise us. Mr Wang is very strict with us. Before doing the second thing, we must do everything to the best. Mr. Wang doesn't allow us to be half-hearted. Teacher Wang repeatedly told us that when doing exercises, we should have strong hands and stand up straight. Teacher Wang asked me and Liang to lead the students to do exercises and guide them to do them correctly and normatively.
No pains, no gains! Under the leadership of Mr. Wang, our class is always among the best in various competitions held by the school. Mr. Wang is often rated as an excellent teacher. She has taught students all over the world. Sun, a famous Chinese athlete, as well as overseas students, have never forgotten Mr. Wang's inculcation, and have come to Wan Li to visit his beloved teacher! Now, I deeply understand that every step of our growth embodies Mr. Wang's painstaking efforts. Miss Wang, I will study hard and repay you with excellent results!
My class teacher's eighth-grade composition 10 "Spring silkworms die, and every night the candles and tears run out." Speaking of these two sentences, I can't help thinking of my head teacher, Miss Liu Jing.
She is not tall, has a good temper and talks like a lark. He is always good at persuading, enlightening us in study, taking care of us in life and caring for us.
I didn't like learning English at first, but after teacher Liu found out, she took advantage of my playful characteristics, as well as her vivid body language and lively and interesting lectures, which aroused my interest. I remember that was Unit 4. The teacher asked our class to make word cards and asked me to make two. I'd be happy to do that. From then on, I became interested in English. Teacher Liu taught us to make a series of cards about English learning and other ways to learn English. When we have English class, the teacher always makes it fascinating and fascinates the students unconsciously.
In the sixth grade, Mr. Liu found that the students in our class had a shortcoming-poor font; It happens that she is also our art teacher. She told us that writing is like being a man. Whether words are beautiful or not means that people are beautiful or not, and it also means that our people are beautiful or not. Our classmates must make the word beauty more beautiful! We should look at our writing from an aesthetic point of view. Since then, students have actively practiced fonts, and in a short time, there have been great changes. My handwriting used to be big, crowded and scrawled, so I couldn't read it clearly. Sun's handwriting is worse than mine. Now, our handwriting has made great progress, but Sun's calligraphy is more beautiful than mine.
Not long ago, Mr. Liu found that other students in our class who had passed the exam were impolite. In the fourth quarter of that Thursday morning, I specially made a New Year card for each of us. Most people in our class thought their cards were not good-looking, so they changed another one, including me. After school, most of the boys in our class left, and our teacher Liu was still writing blessings for us until very late. Through this incident, students learned how to respect others and the fruits of their labor.
Often after a few classes, the teacher's lark-like voice has become hoarse, but it has not delayed our class at all.
Teacher Liu endowed us with talents with her profound knowledge; Moisturize our growing seedlings with her hard sweat; Render the truth of our life with her beautiful mind; Cultivate our future flowers with her selfless dedication.
Without the silent red candle, where did the flowers come from in this yard? Without diligent gardeners, there would be no such universal glory.
Thank you, our teacher Liu!