I have worked in this school for ten years. But today, in the face of such a podium, I feel a little guilty, because compared with the excellent principals present here, I have only worked as a vice principal for three years. Three years, every day and night with my children, three years, and every time I get along with my teacher, I live and think in real life. It is these 1000 days that I gradually understand that as a primary school manager, I should care more about others, get close to them with my heart, and warm every teacher with my heart.
The young people in the photo are twenty young teachers who participated in the blue project in our school, but their average age is less than twenty-four. They are full of vigor and vitality, they are full of passion, they are brave in innovation, of course, they are still immature, they have flinched in the face of difficulties, shed tears in the face of failure, they are eager to understand, be warm and moved ... Today, I want to share with you the story between me and them.
The girl with a bright smile is called T. She is a math teacher and a class teacher. I remember a year ago, she just graduated, and under the challenge and pressure, she readily took over a second-grade class, but her passion and efforts did not bring her success and joy. Heavy teaching work and trivial and disorderly class management made her feel depressed and helpless at once. Looking at her vacant eyes, watching her scream at the top of her lungs in the classroom every day, I feel distressed. I remember the same thing when I first joined the work. At that time, I was so eager to get your help and encouragement.
So I crept up on her. On weekdays, I affectionately call her sister. I told her that I had similar troubles in class management. I told her the story of my growing up. I lent her books on class management. I heard her tell stories about children. With her, you can chat by SMS until late at night to help a naughty child correct his bad habits. Slowly, with the progress of our relationship, I seem to be her most reliable good sister. Slowly, I found that she was getting more and more comfortable in dealing with class problems and getting closer to her children's hearts.
It was so cold last winter that my hands were swollen. Because of dryness, there are many cracks between her fingers, revealing red blood. That day, when I passed their class, I found her holding a rag in a child's hand, dipping it in cold water without hesitation, and then gently handing it to the child. The child turned away with a sweet smile. Teacher Deng looked at the child's back with distress. She smiled, but she couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand and breathing hard. Looking at this scene, I understand that her hands ... eyes are blurred, and I don't know if it is distressed, moved or gratified. The moment when Teacher T put his hand into the cold water is deeply fixed in my mind. Our teachers gave their love to our children selflessly. As a grass-roots manager, can't you take good care of your teachers? So, in the final exam that winter, I sent a cup of hot tea to all invigilators; So, I specially opened a teacher's help mailbox at school and tried my best to help every teacher in need. Therefore, on the first day of the school's head teacher, we selected and commended a group of outstanding head teachers; A special award fund was set up to reward the best and most advanced young class teachers, and I wrote my acceptance speech for them. At the commendation meeting, I read affectionately: "She cried and was depressed, but she loved every child and she really gave." Isn't it? In winter, her hands will always freeze and crack, but when the children are cleaning, she will always put her hand into the water without hesitation because she is worried that it will freeze the students. " Obviously, Teacher T didn't expect me to pay attention to such details. At that moment, at the moment when she received my honorary certificate, she also cried, but I know that tears are more happiness, warmth, recognized happiness and warmth of being cared for and understood. And this warmth has turned into a kind of strength, which has enabled Mr. Deng and every young teacher to grow rapidly. Now, the class led by Mr. T has become one of the best classes in the school and even in Tianxin District. Other young teachers have brought me new surprises again and again, and it is sweet to see them win medals with joy again and again.
In the days of living with school teachers, I deeply feel that teachers' work is meticulous, and there are many warm and unknown stories happening every day. I should let everyone share it, so the school has a story exhibition of young teachers to show their stories that touched students, parents or students in education and teaching. Some are recorded in words, some expressed in words, some displayed in pictures, and some fixed in pictures. We stopped at every exhibition area and were moved to tears: in order to let a child who lost his mother go to school with his mother's hand like other children, the young Mr. G is always waiting at the place where they meet, rain or shine; Two little girls, W and E, stayed up for a week to prepare for the art festival, wiped more than 4,000 ropes with crepe paper and filled several boxes. What's more, Mr. Q has been preparing art equipment for a mentally retarded child whose mother is mentally ill. No matter how many times Mr. Q taught him, he still affectionately called this art teacher a beautiful teacher! And Miss Wang, Miss Yang and Miss Li ... What a touching story! It is such an activity that teachers as young as children once thought that they had drawn an equal sign with their mothers in their children's hearts. Have you ever thought that you are so important and beautiful in the young hearts of children? Have you ever thought that such a tired and happy life is a spiritual reward for them! As for me, it never occurred to me that this small move made these young teachers know what is responsibility, what is love, what is happiness and what is career. Time and time again, listening to them affectionately call me "bosom sister", how satisfied I am in my heart!
Looking back carefully, who said that he didn't feel careful attention again and again, and who said that he didn't feel our long talk that went straight into the night; Who says they have never been touched, inspired or gained anything from the activities I carefully planned for them? Yes, maybe I passed them not only these, but also strength, happiness and warmth. So I promoted the implementation of more comprehensive training measures among young teachers in our school, that is, the "blue project" of our school. Take mentoring as the link and "Young Teachers Forum" as the position to accelerate the growth of this team. Over the past few years, they have grown rapidly in the warm collective of the school, and I have also felt unprecedented warmth, which is constantly passing and flying.
Yes, for young principals, with such a group of lovely and excellent young teachers, how many people can realize their dreams? How many people can constantly accept the warmth of every flight, and how many people can constantly gain inner touch and courage in their daily work? What makes me complacent is that I am such a lucky person. Therefore, when I was single, I regarded school as my home. After marriage, I still happily take school as my home! I am always glad that it is a pleasant thing to work and live happily with so many sisters. I only need to pay a little, but these teachers have given me a whole piece of light and warmth. Although I am only a grass-roots manager of the school, this is what I love, because I have so many attached primary school teachers to pay with me and keep paying!
This spring, the sunshine experienced the test of severe winter and finally showed a smiling face. You see, at this moment, the sun is shining on your face and my face, and the warmth is spreading in our hearts. Then, let us be moved and cared for, and let the warmth fly on the hot land we have cultivated forever! thank you