Teacher, you are my eyes.

Every time I talk about my teacher, I will think of her and I will talk about it. Today, I can't help but want to write it down and thank my teacher.

In junior high school, I was one of the best poor students in math in my class. If only three people fail in a math class, there must be one. Because I was admitted to this class with the best results in junior high school, the head teacher appointed me as a study Committee member as soon as I entered the school. But after entering junior high school, I couldn't find my own way of science at all, and failing is common. Slowly, the students think that I am obviously a joke as a study Committee member. Later, I was no longer a study committee member. This psychological gap that fell from the sky once made me have a psychological barrier and felt that the whole world was talking about me. I can't lift my head. As long as I see some classmates laughing, I think they must be laughing at me. I tried hard to get up quickly, but I didn't see any improvement.

My math teacher is surnamed Zheng. She is so fierce that everyone calls her "magic old lady". She often says some ugly things to some underachievers and even insults her personality. But she never satirized me. Not a word, although I didn't realize it at first.

There was a math exam, and ten students in the class failed. Of course, I am indispensable to this number. Every exam, Mr. Zheng will always gather the students who failed after marking and talk one by one. This time is no exception. Ten people form a circle with the teacher in the middle. The teacher asked us to bring an exercise book. This workbook is made for myself after class, and the teacher never arranges it, so this workbook is basically not required to be done, and naturally no one will do it.

Mr. Zheng went through everyone's exercise books one by one, but the results were all blank, so he said some ugly words and criticized them one by one. Strangely, when it was my turn, she deliberately jumped away from me and looked at others first. When the other students finished reading it, she turned to my exercise book. When she opened it, she stopped talking and turned pages. Then she handed the exercise book to a classmate around her and said, "Pass it on ~ ~ You should at least study like her." I couldn't control my tears on the spot. She handed me a tissue, put her hand on my shoulder and told me to go back first.

In the next three years, my math was still poor, but Mr. Zheng still never criticized me, even a word. What she did to me made me deeply realize that "poor study will be looked down upon." To give up learning is to look down on yourself. " It was she who gave a poor student dignity. Let the poor student know that people can still win the respect of others because of self-improvement.