My brother! Dear brother! Nine years older than me! Teach our class math! Every time in math class, others see his smiling face is sunny, but I think he is calculating my little expression with a smiling face. Running errands never calls the class representative, only me. Students are embarrassed to call my home, for fear of looking for a math teacher instead of a friend. My parents wanted to know my performance at school, so they asked him, afraid to tell them, and beat him. I study by myself with my camera every night, and I'm bored when I'm idle! Boss! Photos! I also told teachers in all subjects not to look at their faces, but to hit them when they should, and it is best to hit them in the face. I will be caught studying math when I come home at night. If you don't study, you won't sleep, and lay a foundation for half an hour. Very sad!
My mother teaches geometry. In the third grade, the leader asked her to teach our class geometry. She won't teach me to find a leader to change classes. My father teaches English in the third grade. Every class in our class has his class. He never asked me to answer questions. Every time he takes an exam, he reads the names of his classmates with good grades. All the students who scored less than me got it, but I didn't ask him my name because I never asked him a question. Even so, I understand them very well. Just like my parents' teachers at that time, they didn't care about their children. I remember when I was a child, my classmates always came to my house and asked them questions that they couldn't do. On New Year's Day, students admitted to universities sent many postcards from all over the country. Now that they are over 70 years old, there are always students coming to see them. Now I am a teacher. I teach my sons English, but I don't like them. I took the initiative to let the leader teach my son, and I asked him if he would raise his hand in class. Nowadays, social teachers want to get through it. What is the use of teaching other people's children? Sometimes I dare not take care of them. I really don't give the teacher the right to decide. It is the right way to take care of my own children! Although my son is not very good, I tried my best and I don't regret it!
My family is full of teachers. My grandfather is the headmaster of a primary school. My parents are junior high school teachers. My uncle and aunt are high school teachers. That's right. You're right. I grew up in my own hands. Grandpa taught me math in the sixth grade of primary school. Junior high school is in my father's class, my father's math teacher and my mother's Chinese teacher. Three years. There was no accident in the senior high school entrance examination, and I was admitted to the best high school in this area. Randomly assigned to menstruation class. Orz. English teacher. Then my lovely uncle became my physics teacher. In this way, I went to the college entrance examination in the hands of my family. Do you think it's over? ? I went to college in Nanjing, and then I finished my studies in my own home for further study. I learned it in my uncle's department when I was in college (not at my uncle's grandfather's house), although he didn't teach me stories. Here's another thing. The tutor of graduate students is my grandfather's primary school. Watching me grow up. I don't know what it's like to skip class in my life.