Teacher’s Day Weekly Diary

Inadvertently, a week has come to an end. During this short period of time, we must have had a lot of feelings and confusions, so let’s make a weekly diary. How to write a weekly diary to attract more attention? Below are 9 Teacher's Day weekly diaries that I collected and compiled. I hope they will be helpful to everyone. Teacher's Day Weekly Diary 1

Teacher's Day is coming. Hard-working teachers, you are like the selfless red candle, educating us and nurturing us. Teacher, your generous, majestic and strong arms support us. Thinking of the flowers of our motherland, I remember a poem with a sentence in it: I am grateful to my teachers, because they brought me to taste the nectar of knowledge and told me to let my youthful dreams fly. Teacher, you are our most beautiful teacher, you are an angel, you are an angel, you are my first and last heaven. Teacher, I like you. In another semester, I will leave your side and go to the middle school preparatory class. Teacher, I don’t know if I will shed tears at that time. Teacher Qiu, if you can accompany me to Forever, that would be great, Teacher Qiu, you are really very kind to us. Teacher Qiu, I remember you said to us today: "On Teacher's Day, I don't want any gifts, as long as you finish your homework, it will be fine." After hearing this, I thought: I must finish my homework this time Done!

Teacher Qiu, I think that today next year, I may not be in the school where I have studied for five years! However, I will definitely miss you all the time, Teacher Qiu. Why has five years passed so quickly? Why does time always fly by so fast? Teacher Qiu, if I shed tears at the graduation ceremony, maybe my classmates will shed tears too. Teacher Qiu, you said that we are your first students, so I will definitely perform well and be a positive teaching material for the younger brothers and sisters you teach in the future, not a negative teaching material. Teacher Qiu, I am very grateful to you, Teacher Qiu, for the selfless dedication of Hongzhu. After one year, we will leave, and I will definitely feel a little reluctant to leave. Teacher Qiu, I think: If I graduate from middle school, then, I I will come back to Shibo Experimental Primary School to see you, Teacher Qiu, thank you.

Teacher Qiu, I wish you a happy Teacher’s Day! Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Part 2

Teacher Xu, my junior high school teacher, is a kind, careful and responsible person. She treats her students with all her heart and treats each student as her own relative; she treats her work with enthusiasm and passion.

I remember that when I first entered junior high school, the school held a freshman meeting. After the meeting, the students dispersed in an orderly manner. But due to long periods of inactivity, my legs were numb. I tried hard to stand up, but failed. I was about to have a close contact with the earth, but Teacher Xu caught me firmly. She massaged me and dredged the blood while comforting me and making me feel at ease. The sun shone behind her, and I seemed to see a smiling angel. From then on, I remembered a teacher who was as kind as a sister.

When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I finally got the opportunity to go to Fangzi for social practice. But unfortunately I caught a cold and my voice became hoarse. When Teacher Xu found out, he bought a big watermelon for me and sent it to my dormitory, and told me to drink more water, eat more, and rest more. From then on, I remembered another teacher who was as caring as a mother.

More than a month before the high school entrance examination, my academic performance plummeted. Teacher Xu saw it and was anxious. She talked to me many times and often asked about my study situation. My history is not very good, so Teacher Xu often asks me to answer questions in history class. If I can't answer, I will be punished. From then on, I remembered a teacher as strict as a father.

During military training, she would help me wipe the sweat on my forehead; when it rained, she would remind me to bring rain gear; when the temperature dropped, she would remind me to wear more clothes; in the cold winter, she would give me I warm eggs to warm my hands; when I slack off in my studies, she urges me; when I feel confused, she guides me in the right direction.

Her love for me is like a rain in spring, giving me the strength to break out of the soil; like a bright light in the dark night, guiding me in the direction; like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter. , brings me warmth.

Here, I want to say something to Teacher Xu: Teacher Xu, I love you! Teacher’s Day Weekly Diary 3

On our growth path, there are many friends and relatives who accompany us... ...In my mind, I always remember the teacher who accompanied me. His smile is still so clear that I can’t forget it.

I still remember the first time I met you at the beginning of school. It was raining and you were wearing an ordinary gray shirt and a pair of black trousers. The trousers were rolled up, and there was dirt on them. I wore a pair of flip-flops on my feet, but there was still dirt on the slippers. You said your name was Huang Dongping, and you were our math teacher. Because of this unusual dress, we immediately remembered you. , impressed.

To be honest, your class is the most interesting one, because laughter breaks out from time to time in that class. You are a humorous person. During the three years we have been together, I have deeply realized more than once that you will not stop students from falling asleep by violently asking them to stand up like other teachers. A joke, let us listen carefully while laughing.

You are the teacher I feel the best to get along with, so I always jokingly call you "Dear Xiaoping", and you will respond to me with a smile. You are a natural person who makes people feel close. People, not only your honest appearance, but also your smile.

You are a dedicated person. During the mid-term and final exams, you made a rule that if you do well in the exam, you will be rewarded. The reward for doing well in the exam seems to be 100 yuan. Fortunately, there are many prize books, there are always 5.6, and you pay for them all out of your own pocket.

Your explanations of those key points are always very interesting, such as your explanation of the root number. Because it is interesting, I still remember it. You said that the root number is a prison, and positive numbers are good people, so they can come out. , the negative number is the bad guy, so he can't get out, and the zero is the prison guard, who can come and go at will. Looking at the whole world, you are probably the only one who can come up with such a personalized explanation!

So when it comes to chalk career, the podium spring and autumn. Therefore, teachers devote their youth to books and students. Listening to your explanation in class, what kind of sound is that! It is the career you have transformed into with your life. That sound seems to come from afar, but also seems to be close in front of you.

After I graduate, the teacher who accompanied me will be farther and farther away from me. I don’t know if I can see you again, but I will always remember the time when you accompanied me. Brilliant years. Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Chapter 4

This week's Teacher's Day is a day worth celebrating. In this joyful festival, no greeting cards or bouquets of flowers can express our sincere gratitude to our teachers. Love and gratitude. Teacher, that is your festival, the flowers bloom for you, and the melody plays for you.

If the blue sky teaches birds to fly and the sea teaches fish to swim, then teacher, you not only teach us knowledge, but also teach us how to behave. You water us with your hard work and sweat, you educate us with your selfless dedication; you touch us with your sincere heart. Teacher, you have led us into the palace of knowledge. In math class, you can make boring numbers lively and interesting; in Chinese class, you have opened up a beautiful new world for us; in English class, you let us appreciate The charm of foreign languages.

Being grateful to the teacher does not actually require us to do earth-shattering things, but our respect and blessings from the heart. Now at the beginning of the new semester, I want to say: We will start from every bit of daily life, from completing homework seriously, from listening to lectures seriously, from observing discipline, and from uniting classmates.

Finally, I would like to dedicate my most sincere blessings to our teachers and our school: I wish the teachers good health and a happy holiday! May our school stay young forever! Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Part 5

At that time, I was always lazy and did not listen to my former teacher's words: "Do your homework well." At that time, I always liked to skip classes and gossip with my classmates. I didn't learn much knowledge in class. At that time, I was always procrastinating. I always forgot what the teacher assigned me to hand in, and it took me a long time to hand it in.

Because of this, I heard my former teacher’s complaints about me.

Teacher, my past was not very glorious, but it was not very pale either. I can write articles that my former teacher liked, and I can win the second prize in the school handwritten newspaper competition. But I was just an average student and no one cared.

The first time I saw you, I was very surprised. You take composition very seriously and pay great attention to our writing, but the previous teachers did not care so much about writing. It turns out that it is because you like it yourself. I am so lucky to have met a teacher who likes writing so much.

After listening to the story about you and the sister who is in the third grade of junior high school, I am really envious. If I could write so well, how great would it be...

Also, Teacher, I admire your emotion in reading. I originally read "Autumn Memories" and didn't feel anything at all, and I didn't feel the slightest bit sad. But after listening to you reading quietly to the whole class, I felt sad. . It's really incredible. It's obviously the same article, but I didn't feel anything when I read it, but you read it and it touched people's hearts.

I may not be able to raise my hand bravely in class, but I can at least answer your questions.

When I added your QQ, I really wanted to chat with you. But I'm afraid you will ask me: "Who are you?" Although the teacher can't get to know every classmate so quickly, I don't want to be forgotten. I also want to be what you call "Hey, that Luo Xin who writes good compositions" .”

Happy holidays, teacher. I hope you can remember me. On Teachers' Day, I didn't write "How great my teacher is." I just wanted to write about the real you in my impression instead of the exaggerated you.

I want to be the one you can remember "Hey, that Luo Xin who wrote a good composition." Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Chapter 6

After several winds and rains, several cold and heat, teacher Care for us to grow. Get the nourishment of knowledge and pass through the confusion of life. When we enter the palace of knowledge, suddenly looking back, we can see the smiling teacher in the candlelight. Teacher, people say that you are a spring silkworm, but the tears of the candle cannot reflect your no regrets, and the silver thread of the spring silkworm cannot reflect your devotion and dedication; people say that you are a gardener, surrounded by young beauties. Lei, but who knew that you were quietly haggard when the flowers were in full bloom; year after year, the students realized your wisdom and left you with your lonely cuddles. However, the students’ blueprint for tomorrow is a depiction of your painstaking efforts. Teacher, the vicissitudes behind your smile are the most beautiful in my heart.

Another Teacher’s Day is here, let us regain our past memories and record our love and respect for our teachers. In the spring and autumn, the teacher's love spreads in the hearts of every student, and the warmth and affection last forever. From young teenagers to octogenarians with gray hair, the most important learning stage in our lives is inseparable from the teacher's teachings. Every step of our growth is permeated with the teacher's sweat. Teachers are such a noble profession and deserve our lifelong remembrance and respect.

My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and my teachers are the ones who raised me! From the babbling of immature childhood to the high-spiritedness of youth, in the years of our school career, in addition to our parents, the ones who accompany us when we grow up should be our teachers and classmates. Our minds are opened on campus, and our ideals are on campus. Let go! If our alma mater is the fertile soil for cultivating us, teachers are the hardworking gardeners in the garden full of flowers! If our alma mater is a training airport, the teacher is the flight instructor who teaches us how to fly independently! If society is the rough sea, teachers are the pilots who hold high the beacon in the sea! If a blackboard is like a vast sea, then the teacher is an excellent sailor on the sea. When the bell rings, you use the pointer as an oar to paddle the textbook moored in the port like a ship. On the desk, the problems are piled up like a reef. Your gestures are as vivid as a flying bird, waving a graceful arc on the podium - the ship passes... Not a single cloud floats in the sky, just like your bright heart , a lofty one.

We are a dynamic work of the teacher. In the long journey of life, we feel the teacher’s sincere words and exhortations, and we see the knowing smile on the face of the old teacher! We know that the teacher is proud that his garden of peaches and plums is already fragrant! To every teacher on the road of life growth, we say here with deep respect: Thank you for your hard work, teacher!

Time has aged the young appearance, dedication has created the hope of the nation, and countless educators have worked silently in their jobs one spring and autumn after another. However, when people are enjoying the ever-changing and beautiful life brought about by the development of the times, when the 24th Teachers’ Day is approaching, as a middle school teacher, like many teachers, I feel that this holiday belongs to teachers. Our own festival is deserted, with no joy and no hymns. We are still performing the sacred duties of the people's teachers in the busyness from the dawn to the lanterns. No matter how noisy the outside world is with its prosperity, I think, like thousands of teachers on campus, I will not care about the desertedness of this festival.

Although September 10th is the golden autumn, it is the harvest season, but if a teacher has spent his life's hard work and sweat in exchange for the fruitful results in the teaching world, he will be filled with emotion and tears when looking back on the past. If his eyes are filled with tears, or even burst into tears, then he will definitely regard every day of his life as his own festival, because he has not wasted his time, and every day of his life is full of noble dedication. Of course, if a teacher wastes his teaching career doing nothing, I think he will definitely stay away from this festival because he will feel a deep sense of guilt in his heart.

I will not demand students to send flowers and blessings on this festival. Being a teacher is not just for a moment. To impart knowledge and teach them to build a good person. For students, the teacher’s education is a lifetime matter. When a student walks out of school and enters the society, he uses his intelligence to achieve career success, or he uses the cultural knowledge and ways of being a person that his teacher once taught him to overcome the difficulties of life. He will naturally remember and miss his teacher in his heart. They even eulogize their teachers with heartfelt words. This affection is far better than the stylized blessings they, as students, send to their teachers during festivals. Even if the greeting cards are full of deep friendship, it only shows a student's knowledge and knowledge, and does not represent the connotation and extension of educational achievements. When students take the right path and achieve success after leaving the teacher, that is the most precious reward for the teacher. On the contrary, after graduation, the students in the class are pale in heart and empty-headed, and embark on the wrong path of self-destruction. At least, as his teachers, we will have an inexplicable sense of failure. Then, the beautiful greeting card he once sent us will be forgotten. What is the significance of a bunch of beautiful flowers?

As for how society neglects teachers, I think it doesn’t matter. Because if you choose a teacher, you choose poverty; if you choose a teacher, you choose loneliness. The various world conditions present in today's society are essentially related to school education. Therefore, it is a more sacred mission given to our teachers by the times to make people understand more respect and care for each other, and to make society more harmonious.

Since you are a teacher, why should you care about the deserted festivals! Dedication in loneliness is in itself a good guidance and influence for the educated!

Only as a teacher can you understand the hard work and hardship of the teacher, and also understand the teacher’s deep care and ardent expectations for the students. No matter what the teacher encountered, he endured it silently and stood on the three-foot podium as always. He really managed not to be happy or sad about things! Teachers have worked hard for our growth for a year on the podium and in life. Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Chapter 7

In the early morning of this week, the autumn sun has just risen, and the light of the autumn sun shines like a golden veil covering the earth. Because today is Teacher's Day, many students are holding flowers, including light red, light red, and light yellow. At this time, I saw him carrying a schoolbag and wearing school uniform, carefully choosing a gift in the store, and hurriedly Walk towards school. Who is he? He is me.

I walked into the office with joy. As soon as we entered, the teacher's desk was filled with flowers and gifts so early.

The teacher's cheeks are like crimson clouds, and the lines at the corners of his eyes are like blooming chrysanthemums. When my classmates and I sent flowers, the corners of the teacher's mouth seemed to be raised, and the infinite joy in his heart overflowed on his lips. The teacher wanted to take pictures with us. When the teacher hugged me, I felt the teacher's joy and warmth.

Still remember the teacher’s smile, how much she has paid for us, how much sweat she has spent, and how much time she has spent! It can be said that this is the brightest smile I have ever seen a teacher. I was also very happy to see the teacher's smile.

In the afternoon, I saw from the teacher’s window that wisps of sunlight shone into the office and sprinkled on the teacher’s desk, turning the teacher’s photo frame and the teacher’s pen holder into yellow, even his His glasses were also plated with gold. As soon as the teacher sat down, the bunches of flowers jumped into her eyes. She smiled, so happy and satisfied. Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Chapter 8

"Teachers are engineers of the human soul!" Whenever I think of this sentence, I think of my teacher and feel that warm feeling in my heart!

Whenever there is class, you always look at each of our classmates with your eyes. When school is over, you are always the last one to leave the classroom. No matter it is windy or drizzle, you always come earlier than us, and we fall asleep. Yes, you are still grading homework for us! Your voice is hoarse so that we can listen to the class well. I don’t know how much effort you have put in for us! We all remember it, my good teacher!

You warm the hearts of every student with your fire-like enthusiasm. We follow you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter. You are not an actor, but you let us follow your joys and sorrows; you are not a singer, but you can make knowledge tinkling; you are not a sculptor, but you shape our souls! Thank you, my good teacher!

When we make mistakes, you always educate us patiently until we realize our mistakes and correct them, and continue to urge us in future study and work so that we can continue to make progress! When we are sick, teacher, you will greet us, but when you are sick, you teach us even though you are sick. Teacher, our hearts are shocked, we are proud to have a good teacher like you!

Teacher, you have dedicated everything to education and given us your deepest love, but what you have left for yourself is chapped hands, a hoarse throat, and problems with your cervical and lumbar spine. Now we understand the teacher's hard work, we will grow up, I'm sorry, my good teacher!

Thank you, teacher, for caring for us, thank you for leading us forward, thank you for teaching us knowledge, thank you for teaching us how to be a human being... Teacher, all the thanks are not enough to express my gratitude to you. Love, I will keep in mind your teachings to me, be a useful person to society when I grow up, and live up to the teacher’s expectations of me! Teacher's Day Weekly Diary Chapter 9

In the early morning, Li Hong came to the hillside to pick wild chrysanthemums. She used two red-headed ropes to tie up the wild chrysanthemums.

Li Hong wears a bow on her head and has a round face. A pair of thin eyebrows and big eyes, like grapes. She was also carrying a schoolbag that had been with her for many years. Look, he still has dimples on his face!

She quietly came to the teacher’s window and saw the teacher preparing lessons. He didn't come forward to disturb him, but squatted under the window and waited. The teacher is gone, this is a good opportunity. Li Hong slowly opened the window. I saw a new calendar on the teacher's desk, the globe was still clean, and a bottle of red pen water. At a casual glance, there was a pen tucked in the teacher's reference book. Reading glasses are placed on top of the book.

A smile appeared on Li Hong’s face. She loved the teacher very much, and the teacher also loved her very much.

I remember one time, the teacher saw Li Hong holding her stomach, and the teacher asked with concern: "Does your stomach hurt?" Li Hong said softly: "Yes." The teacher immediately sent Li Hong to the hospital. After buying some medicine for Li Hong and letting her take it, he asked, "Are you feeling better?" Li Hong nodded. After a while, Li Hong's parents rushed to the hospital. Knowing that the teacher bought the medicine, they immediately took out the money from their pockets and wanted to return it to the teacher.

But the teacher didn't want it, and Li Hong thought to herself: "Teacher, you earn a small salary and you still pay my medical expenses. I will definitely study hard to repay you in the future."

This is when the teacher came in and saw the wild Chrysanthemum, the teacher smiled happily. Teacher, you seem to be that simple wild chrysanthemum, always so simple.

Teacher, I love you.