In the first grade, I got off to a bad start and met a very strict and even cruel math teacher. I met her, and she was not interested in mathematics, which was tantamount to adding insult to injury.
There is a strong self-esteem under her cold appearance. Looking at her protruding mouth, it is not difficult to imagine how fierce she is. Sure enough, she took special care of me who often didn't hand in my homework and didn't pay attention to math. As long as I have trouble, her vicious palm will attack me, plus some ugly words … I don't believe this is the gardener in people's minds! If my aunt in kindergarten is a good partner to play with me on the mountain, then my math teacher is the one who pushed me off the cliff!
Slowly, I became a veritable poor student in my class and got used to her beating and cursing. She didn't think this was the way, so she came up with a brilliant idea. ...
My parents are very kind to me, so I usually hide my math exams, big and small. One day, the teacher called me to the office and said that he would give me a "gift". She took out a piece of paper and asked me to show it to my parents. I didn't think much, so I happily gave it to my parents, and they went out together after reading it. At this time, I just finished reading the note carefully, and I only felt a "buzz" in my head! It actually said, "I'm Nan Zhou's teacher. Please come to my office. " I was shocked. If my parents knew I was so poor, how could I do it!
Soon, they came back, looked at me thoughtfully, just wanted to say something, swallowed back, sighed and left. When I came to school the next day, she was still indifferent to me and seemed to despise me even more. After school, I walked slowly with my schoolbag on my back. I dare not go home and sit in a remote corner. My eyes are red and wet, and I want to cry, but I try my best to restrain myself, but how can I not cry? I study poorly, no one plays, the teacher is not good to me, even my parents who are so good to me sigh, and slowly I gradually turn from sadness to anger; You make my parents cry at me, but I insist on holding my head high! Why can't I learn well? I don't believe it. I will study hard for you! I dried my tears and blinked confidently.
Many things have happened, and finally the math score came out, with 97 points. The first thing I want to show people is my parents. On the way home, my face was full of tears, but I didn't cry.
Emotionally, I may hate her a little-my math teacher, but my reason tells me that I should thank her. No, exactly, I should thank her for her "gift".