Teacher composition for the first grade of junior high school

In study, work and even life, many people have written compositions. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So have you ever understood composition? Below are 6 compositions written by first-year junior high school teachers that I have compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Teacher composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

"Teacher" is probably a term that everyone is familiar with. They light up our life path like red candles and make our future infinitely bright. They are also like Spring silkworms spit out the knowledge in their stomachs bit by bit and give it to us. No wonder there is a poem called "Spring silkworms will die only when their threads are gone, and their wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up." From kindergarten, teachers are the ones we have the most contact with. There are many things that remain fresh in my memory, one of which is Teacher Xu.

Teacher Xu has dark skin and bright eyes. Despite his age, he is refreshed and energetic!

When I went to school for the first time, no one knew Teacher Xu. They only knew that there was a teacher named "Xu Xuejun". At that time, someone joked: "Xu Shuijun, can Teacher Xu know how to swim or dive?" "As he said this, he made an action like he was choking while swimming, and everyone burst out laughing. At this time, someone saw a teacher standing at the door and watching. The smiles on our faces suddenly froze. That teacher was Teacher Xu. Seeing him striding onto the podium, he said loudly: "Hello everyone, my surname is Xu. I just heard a classmate say that the teacher is a navy soldier. I like this name very much. I would like to ask everyone, how do you know me? Can you swim and dive? I am proficient in everything, but my movements are not as graceful as those of my classmates! At this time, a bold classmate asked the teacher: "Teacher, how many meters can you swim?" Teacher Xu said without hesitation: "It depends on when my stomach is full of water, then I will stop!" "As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the quiet classroom started laughing. Some laughed so much that their stomachs hurt, some laughed so much that they burst into tears, and some laughed so hard that they coughed. The classmate slowly continued: "Teacher, How long can you stay underwater? Teacher Xu thought for a while and said: "It's hard to say when I will dive. It depends on when the lifeguard comes to fish me out. If he is a second late, I will dive for a second. If he fishes me out in half a year, I might still be floating there." It’s here! "Another burst of laughter floated in the classroom...

Once again, everyone was in Chinese class, and Teacher Xu was giving a lively lecture on the podium. Suddenly a classmate vomited on the floor due to physical discomfort. Teacher Xu eagerly put down the book and walked over to the classmate, asked him about his physical condition cordially, and took care of him until his parents came. At that time, he was relieved and looked at the classmate who was about to walk out of the door. Suddenly his stomach hurt and he vomited again, and he vomited right on Teacher Xu's new shirt. The originally white shirt was covered with vomit and turned into a colorful map of the world, but the teacher didn't care! After putting on my clothes, I repeatedly urged my classmates and parents to go to the hospital, and then I changed my clothes after watching them walk away. This scene moved everyone, how kind Teacher Xu was! I really hope that Teacher Xu can teach us forever! Teacher composition for the first grade of junior high school 2

Every student has a standard for measuring a good teacher. In my elementary school career, I encountered many Some good teachers are humorous, some are amiable, some are strict...and the good teacher in my mind is Teacher Pan.

Teacher Pan was my head teacher in grades 1-6. Her rosy face is adorned with a pair of bright, big eyes, long eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, and a head of shiny black hair, plus the sweet smile that often hangs on her lips. I feel amiable.

Teacher Pan teaches us Chinese. Her class is vivid and vivid, as if she has brought us into a colorful world, allowing us to spread our wings and swim in the ocean of knowledge in Teacher Pan’s class. On school, if a classmate deserts, she will not shout out the classmate's name in front of the classmates, but will cast an earnest look, as if to say: "Pay attention, don't desert, and think like the teacher." "The students who had deserted immediately devoted themselves to studying. Teacher Pan's voice was sweet. When she read aloud with emotion, the students were intoxicated by her voice and integrated into the wonderful realm of the article, as if they were immersed in it. Put yourself in their shoes and experience it carefully.

After class, Teacher Pan transformed into a lively and lovely big sister, playing with her classmates and talking about their learning experiences. Sometimes she also teaches the students some interesting knowledge, allowing the students to learn knowledge while having fun, and let us enter the relaxed class for ten minutes.

Teacher, like a candle, burns himself but illuminates others; teacher, like a clear spring, pours the nectar of knowledge into the hearts of children; teacher, you are like the engineer of the human soul. , teaches us many principles of life... Isn't this metaphor praising our Teacher Pan? The sun is shining, the gardener's heart is soft and spring is strong; the sweet rain is nourishing, and the peach and plum branches are blooming with red buds! Teacher Pan: Your life is fragrant due to hard work, sparkling due to pioneering, and enriched due to dedication. Open the window and take a look. The peaches and plums in this garden are all saluting you! The first grade teacher's composition Part 3

"Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers." This poem praises those who have selfless dedication. They are not necessarily noble, but they are great.

There were many teachers in elementary school, and each grade was different, but there was one teacher who impressed me the most.

When I was in fifth grade, my Chinese teacher was the head teacher. At that time, school had just started, and I saw a female teacher sitting at the podium in our class. It turned out that she was my new class teacher. When I first came in, she hadn't noticed me yet. She was looking at the class list and personal files, trying to get to know each of us. It wasn't until later that I called the teacher that she responded. They signed me up and kept saying sorry to me.

The whole class is here, many of them former classmates. The teacher asked us to find a seat and sit down, and then count the number of people. She told us that she was our class teacher, and then told us some rules. Finally, she wrote a sentence on the blackboard: Let us make progress together! Just let us go home.

After getting to know him better, I found that he is a kind teacher. He is very serious in class and chats with us like friends after class. From her mouth, I knew that she was a new teacher and we were her first students. In the first exam at the beginning, our class ranked last, and we were all very sad. As a result, when she taught us the next day, her eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried a lot. She said to us, I'm sorry, I didn't teach you well, I will work hard in the future. When she finished saying this, she received a round of applause and my respect. . We told her that we would work hard and get good grades next time!

We worked harder, but we still didn’t do well in the next exam, and we were all disappointed. One day, the monitor ran back crying and said: "The principal said that the Chinese teacher was too bad at teaching, so he wanted to change us to a new class teacher." We almost cried, and ran to the principal's office together to beg the principal to give the teacher another chance. Next time We must do well in the exam. The teacher was there too, and she cried when she saw this scene. The principal couldn't stand it anymore and decided to give us another chance. We hugged the principal happily and happily took the teacher back to class.

The next exam was the midterm exam. We worked harder and finally passed. That time, our average score in the three subjects ranked first in the whole grade. We all cheered happily, not because we did well in the exam, but because she didn't have to leave. We hugged the teacher tightly.

When we did not do well in the exam, she was scolded, but when we did well, it was us who were praised. Such a teacher makes me admire; such a teacher makes me love; such a teacher makes me grateful; such a teacher is the greatest! Composition for a first-year junior high school teacher Part 4

The first semester is over. Friends gathering in the evening. A large number of people are teachers. The young ones have just come to the podium, and the older ones have retired. Everyone was tired and haggard, shouting and raising glasses to wish that they had survived another semester. Chatting over wine, everyone spoke the truth. When it comes to teachers’ tips, most of them can’t escape from two: Awesome! To be a teacher, you must be powerful, you must be quite powerful!

This is great, which means two things:

First, the professional must be great. Nowadays students and parents have very high tastes and are very picky. It is difficult for teachers with mediocre professionalism and mediocre teaching quality to be recognized.

Secondly, one must be strong as a person. First of all, students must be afraid of you, otherwise they will not be able to control the classroom at all.

Everyone’s feelings are surprisingly consistent: Today’s children, especially those in junior high schools, will never respect your class just because they like you, will never do your homework seriously just because they like your class, and will never respect your class just because you respect them. He respects you! The difficulty of education far exceeds the difficulty of teaching. Maintaining normal order is a challenge for almost every teacher.

I carefully observed my friends, and indeed they all had a somewhat "ferocious look" on their faces. In particular, several young teachers with relatively short teaching experience, who have only been teachers for a few years, seem to have gone through many changes, with drastically different concepts and drastic changes in temperament. The stories they tell about "fighting" with students are thrilling and even horrifying. On their faces, the previous gentleness and tranquility were almost gone.

As a teacher who has been teaching for nearly twenty years, I really understand the helplessness of this change.

Students are becoming more and more difficult to teach, sometimes to the point of being intolerable.

In recent years, the frequency of my tantrums has increased significantly. I helplessly found that I seemed to have regressed and returned to the days when I first became a teacher: fighting with students every day for classroom discipline and homework completion. He put away his smile, took out his big stick, and stood ready, the wind was trembling. Of course, the battle situation is different from when I was young. There are more humorous and cultural factors, and there is more Chinese flavor. It often teaches students a lesson and also entertains them. The children did not fight me because of my severity, they still loved me very much. But my own heart is more desolate. Because I know: holding a big stick in one hand and candy in the other is by no means the best way to educate. I have had the best education I have ever had, and I know what is the intoxicating heart-to-heart correspondence between teachers and students. I'm not very optimistic. Looking at the current social development trends and school development trends, I am very worried: Are teachers bound to face the tragedy of lost paradise?

There are some beautiful descriptions about education, such as sitting on the spring breeze and turning into rain, etc., as well as Confucius’s description that will be the envy of future generations thousands of years later: "Those who are in late spring, their spring clothes are ready, and those who are crowned are five or six "People, six or seven boys, bathing in the river, dancing in the wind, chanting and returning." Has such a harmonious and beautiful educational scene become a masterpiece?

Why are students becoming more and more difficult to teach? Why is the teacher-student relationship becoming increasingly tense? Why can teachers only control the classroom by relying on authority or even verbal violence? These problems often make it difficult for me to breathe, see, or hear. If you analyze it carefully, the answer is not difficult to find.

First of all, the fundamental reason is that students are tired of studying.

Why are students tired of studying? If you exclude the factors of family education and social influence (in fact, it cannot be excluded at all. Behind a problematic child there is usually a problematic parent), let’s do a simple analysis: because they are not interested in such learning, because such training goals are not suitable for them. They are unattractive. China's exports of secondary education are almost the same. The training model and training objectives for students are also roughly the same. But anyone with a discerning eye can clearly see that students are born with different qualities and have very different intellectual tendencies. Students should have the right to pursue excellence, and they should also have the right not to pursue excellence. Society should have a sound support system to enable the growth of all life. But no. The children were kept in almost identical campuses, and were force-irrigated by growing greenhouse plants - so what else could they do? Teachers, material resources, and financial resources dictate that this can only be the case. Such training goals and training paths will quickly cause a considerable number of students to lose their dignity and happiness, and then produce students who are tired of learning and teachers who are tired of teaching as quickly as possible.

Once "tired of studying", children will inevitably cause trouble. But what can be done? Education is a slow art. It takes ten years to cultivate trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Everyone understands the truth, but no one dares to wait when they encounter the wall of reality. Students want to advance to higher schools, parents want rankings, and society wants quality? You only have three years. Even if the import is scrap copper and iron, you can still get real money. Otherwise, you, your leaders, and your school will die ugly. As a result, the teachers had no choice but to keep a straight face and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. The result is a battle of wits and courage with the students, with white knives coming in and red knives coming out. If someone doesn't want to learn, you have to force him to learn. If someone has no interest in career or economics, you have to force him. In the end, of course, both sides will lose or lose. But what can teachers do? Is there a better way out than using the spirit of Foolish Old Man to move mountains and knowing what cannot be done?

Secondly, the collapse of rituals and the destruction of music and naughty children have become a major danger to the healthy development of society.

Students are becoming more and more difficult to teach. I used to think that this was only true in China. After consulting some foreign information, I discovered that this is actually an international problem. The obvious lag in education has begun to have a negative impact on social development. Schools are already weak in the large group of society, and teachers are even more vulnerable among disadvantaged groups. But what makes people disappointed and even angry is that in China, society's protection and support for schools and teachers has fallen to the lowest point in history. Our society, in a sense, has taken the initiative to self-exile in terms of education management.

One of the manifestations is that public opinion is one-sided and it is forbidden to punish students. Even criticizing students requires the Ministry of Education to empower them. The second manifestation is to infinitely expand the possibility of "love education" and "respect education". Blindly asking Chinese teachers to use Western "democratic education" and "relaxed education" to save Chinese education (little did they know that the West itself is also facing embarrassment). Some experts and leaders are far away from the front line and have no understanding of the tragic situation on the front line. They advocate love education and relaxed education as if they are not living in the world. As everyone knows, no matter how brilliant the theory is, it can only float in the air. Education is the same as life. In the final analysis, it is still fuel. If you don’t sweep one house, how can you sweep the world? An education that cannot even guarantee classroom hygiene, classroom discipline, and homework collection and submission is simply a castle in the air. The bright and grand educational dream cannot enter the capillaries of grassroots education. Although the killing knife is powerful, it cannot enter the operating room that treats ordinary and stubborn students. The big trucks are rumbling and majestic, but they cannot enter the place where students play hide-and-seek games with their teachers to avoid studying. Small alley? If there are a dozen students in a class who are unwilling to make progress and act recklessly, it is enough to make the teachers exhausted physically and mentally.

But what can teachers do? Even those who criticize students are walking on eggshells, fearing that they will be accused of causing mental harm to students! In front of stubborn students, it can be said that teachers have no power to fight back. Putting away your smile and taking a stand is just the weakest way for teachers to resist after being surrounded on all sides.

Everyone understands that education is not confrontational, and everyone is willing to always be kind and kind. However, education is easier said than done? Teachers, who is willing to have a stick in the left hand and candy in the right hand, but who can give the teachers a soft hedgehog armor only used to protect themselves? And if leaders and parents who claim to have advanced educational concepts are not only unsympathetic, but even add fuel to the flames by criticizing and obstructing teachers' strict management, then front-line teachers will basically be desperate. When I see that the school, which has no power to restrain the chicken, finally places its hope on organizing students to recite the "Disciple Rules" for moral education, my heart is really full of sadness.

Education should be the most beautiful and romantic career. What is it that makes educators not only afraid of being gentle, but also scarred?

Woohoo! It hurts so much that there are no words to describe it. The following suggestions are made:

1. Teachers and friends must first exercise well. Primary and secondary education has been reduced to mental labor that is first and foremost physical labor. If you're not in good health, you can't afford it.

2. Don’t listen to the rhetoric of experts: Love is an important element of education, but it is by no means the only element. At this stage of educational development, strict requirements are more important than respect and understanding. Love and strictness should go hand in hand at all times. With only love, you will be bullied to pieces.

Third, we must study hard and constantly improve our various wisdoms. Some experts ridiculed grassroots teachers for actually summarizing things like "The Art of War for Class Teachers", believing that this is a blasphemy against education. To hell with these experts! One book of the Art of War is not enough. We must continue to summarize theories such as "The Class Teacher's Thirty-Six Strategies" to protect our own safety.

4. Teachers must unite and fight for their legitimate rights and interests from the government. Teachers’ Day has become nothing more than a joke for other industries to look down upon us. The current situation is: without the "Law on the Protection of Teachers' Rights and Interests", we would not even be able to guarantee our life safety. Teachers' obligations have completely exceeded the scope of teachers' abilities. We should apply to society to reduce the burden on this industry. We are just ordinary people. We cannot be saints, instructors, policemen, and parents of all students at the same time.

I felt a lot after reading it! It truly shows the helplessness of school education today! This is the cry from the bottom of the heart of frontline teachers! When can the status quo change? ! Composition for a first-year junior high school teacher Part 5 (1)

There is a large garden in the community where I live, which was my childhood paradise.

Needless to say, there are neat green holly trees, smooth and interesting cobblestone paths, tall plane trees with tall canopies, and clovers full of purple flowers; nor need to mention the singing cicadas singing in the leaves and the dancing butterflies in the flowers. The noisy magpies swooped down from the sky and disappeared into the lush leaves. The promenade on the west side alone is of infinite interest. The wisteria bloomed with clusters of small purple flowers. The sweet floral fragrance attracted swarms of bees busy among the flowers, and beautiful butterflies dancing among the flowers. Near the corridor, there are two tall gladioli plants. In the middle of the thick opposite leaves, there are upright style columns, which are covered with white flowers like small bells. On summer nights, if you listen carefully in the grass beside the corridor, you will hear the sound of crickets. If you take a step closer to it, it will stop singing. If you walk gently over and slowly push aside the grass, you will see a little cricket flapping its wings and singing loudly.

The garden in winter is relatively boring. The north wind howls, and the sycamore trees with all their leaves look so lifeless. Even the willow trees are bent over, enduring the test of wind and rain. It seems that if you don’t pay attention, they will The branches were broken and the trees were broken. When it snows, everything changes here. We build snowmen and have snowball fights here. Under the cover of the holly trees, we will be hit by the snowballs of our companions if we are not careful. If the hit partner does not get up immediately, he will be "dressed" as "Santa Claus" in the blink of an eye.

The most lively time among flowers is probably spring, when the garden is full of life. The willow tree has grown long green hair, and the willow flute calls for spring; the sycamore tree is full of purple flowers, and the trumpet plays the music of spring; above the corridor, the wisteria blooms like clusters of flowers like grapes, and mushrooms Beside the pavilion, magnolia bloomed with flower buds that had been brewing all winter; in front of the fence, morning glories and pink roses climbed all over the fence, showing off their flowers in a competition. In the open space, we flew kites and roller-skated. On the playground, we played basketball and jumped rubber bands. Even in front of the bare stone tables and benches, there were scenes of us fighting for the general. The whole garden is filled with the fragrance of spring flowers, and the dense clusters of clovers are also rushing to bloom, weaving a charming flower carpet for the garden.

I love this garden, its four seasons, its freshness, and its fragrance. And because she grew up with me, I will never forget her—my son. paradise of time. (2)

There is a paradise for me in the village far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. That's a big mountain behind my grandma's house, evergreen all year round.

Grandma often takes me to the mountains to play. There are many plants and insects that cannot be seen in the city. Just one tea seed tree arouses my endless curiosity. Although the tea seed tree is not tall, the fruit it produces is fragrant and large. The fruit is orange and looks like a pomegranate, but not as big. Grandma often picks it and takes it home to squeeze tea seed oil. The oil is very fragrant. If you pick off a leaf, if you are unlucky, you will encounter a caterpillar resting on it. The caterpillars in the mountains are very scary. They are not big but are covered with thorns, which can sting people very much. That one time scared me half to death. It was on that mountain that I ate mulberries for the first time. They were sour and sweet, and the color and taste were much better than the fruits I usually eat. And I also found that it has a very interesting effect, because mulberry juice is purple-red, so when applied on the nose, it looks like a nosebleed. However, my mother still saw through it. She said: "He also did this like me." I did it, but my grandma still recognized me.”

When I was a child, I was afraid of going to that mountain because my grandmother told me: “There are wild beasts like wolves on that mountain, and our puppy was taken away by them, so we couldn’t live there for a while. I dare to go up the mountain, and I don’t dare to sleep at my grandma’s house anymore. I’m afraid that a wolf will run down and snatch me away. Even if I sleep on the bed, I won’t close my eyes. My mother and grandma also thought of many solutions for this matter. Grandma also regretted telling me this. In fact, she just scared me.

I left many memories there, and they were happy. Although I no longer have the chance to go, I don’t. I will forget the happy time there, this is my paradise. (3)

I spent the best time of my childhood on campus. It was the paradise of my childhood. The fragrance of books is strong, and I feel very happy studying on such a campus.

Needless to say, the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bud, like a shy little girl; nor the leaves of the pomegranate tree are green and deep. It is full of vitality; just speaking of the ordinary flowers, they are extremely beautiful.

The flowers are so colorful, red, yellow, blue, white, purple... they are so colorful that they rival each other. The unknown, elegant little white flowers dotted the small garden of the school. They are as dazzling as the colorful clouds on the horizon, (.) as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. Our campus is full of vitality and happiness.

The natural scenery of the school is beautiful, and the cultural landscape is not bad either. A statue of Einstein stands among the flowers and plants of the school. On the statue is written Einstein's famous saying: "Science is never-ending, it is an eternal mystery." Walking inside, you can see Zhang Heng and Tao Xing The statue of Zhi. Climbing up the steps, I felt the school's expectations for us - to rise higher and higher step by step. As the steps go up, you can see the lively playground. Tall teaching building. Looking at the teaching building, I remembered Zhang Heng's words: "Life is about hard work, nothing will be gained without asking for anything." I thought: You should also be diligent in studying to gain anything. On the playground, the students are jumping lively, and the basketball players are all lively and competitive. Some of the students skipped rope, played table tennis, and ran. Their faces were filled with happiness. Immediately, I saw the trash can in the corner of the playground. It stored filth but did not ask for it. Aren't our teachers the same? I couldn't help but think of this poem: "The spring silkworms will die when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up."

I am very happy to study on a vibrant campus, and I love the beautiful campus , that is my paradise. Essay for First Grade Teachers 6

Whenever I hear someone ask me, "Who do you like best among your elementary school teachers?" I will tell those people very clearly that I like my music teacher best! We My music teacher changed three times. The first time he changed from Teacher Ye to a Chinese teacher of a different grade. The second time he changed to a very young female teacher. The third time he changed to my favorite Teacher Ye. . Maybe, others may not like her, but I just like her.

Her short black hair was slightly fluffy, like a doll's hair. She has an oval face, a small mouth, small eyes, and wears a pair of all-black glasses, but there is no trace of seriousness. On the contrary, she appears to be approachable, kind and gentle. Wearing a black and white striped dress, the shoes are flat without any decorations, making her look a little plain. This was my first impression of her, and it still remains in my mind. That's how I felt from the scene where she walked in the door. First, she briefly introduced herself. My name is Ye Wei and I have been teaching for more than 10 years. Her voice was very soft and her smile was all over her face, which made me think she was a mother, so when I talked to her, I felt as if I was chatting with my mother.

I remember one time, in music class, I had a dispute with my classmate. He pushed me to the ground, kicked me hard several times, picked up a pencil and stabbed my hand hard, causing blood to pour out. The red is bright and terrifying. My deskmate laughed even more proudly after seeing it. When he hit me, I tried to keep my voice as low as possible, so my classmates didn't notice. And I didn’t want to tell the teacher. I told the Chinese teacher before, but the teacher just looked at me and said, hurry to the infirmary. Then they kicked me out. As soon as the door was closed, I heard the teacher telling other teachers jokes about me. As a result, no matter how painful the injury is in the future, I will never ask anyone for help. Just like the time I fell into a river, I saved myself and survived. However, Teacher Ye was not the same. She discovered it very carefully and immediately carried me to the infirmary for bandage, not caring that my blood was stained on her white dress. I didn’t even attend class. After I came back, I saw Teacher Ye criticizing the students in a fierce tone for the first time. After scolding my deskmate, I turned around and said very gently, "If something like this happens again next time, you must tell the teacher, got it?" My tears welled up like a waterfall. Teacher Ye He comforted me with gentle words and cared about me.

In my eyes, Teacher Ye is my other mother.