My political teacher.

The third class was politics yesterday afternoon, but some students didn't do eye exercises well. When I heard a loud noise at the door, I realized that it was Mr. Qi, a political teacher, who came to supervise us to do eye exercises.

After finishing the exercise, I opened my eyes and found that the teacher was like a naughty child and had run away without a trace.

The first time I met our political teacher was on the night of school. My first impression when he entered the door was a handsome young man. Give me a sweet feeling. The head teacher said that he was a neat man and taught us political science. He is also our vice principal.

Walking to the podium, he waved to us smartly. I smirked and fell in love with him at once.

I looked at the new political teacher. She had short black hair and shone from a distance. Although the eyes are small, they can shine like lights. The nose should not be too big or too small, which is suitable for the face. Glasses on the nose, like a highly educated person. The most prominent thing on his face is probably his big mouth! His mouth is very big, it seems to be inclined, and his mouth is always inclined upwards, as if he is not so satisfied with the whole world. His clothes are shirts and shorts. They look neat and clean. I'm impressed. I'm looking forward to the new teacher's political class.

The political class finally came, and Mr. Qi came in like a duck to water. He kept scanning us with a book under his arm, as if looking for "prey". When he walked slowly onto the platform, we began our class. His lecture is very interesting. Just like telling jokes, a few seemingly casual words will make us burst into laughter.

The teacher made a funny gesture during the lecture. He always puts his hand on the left side of the telephone booth. Sometimes when I get too excited, I pinch my neck with my shoulder, and I don't know what it means.

Sometimes, when funny pictures is shown in multimedia, the naughty classmates will interrupt a few words, and the class order will be a little chaotic. But instead of being angry, he habitually blows his mouth and says, "Never mind, I never remember these little things. I save them bit by bit and then calculate the general ledger. " Teacher Qi talks about politics not only to show us the knowledge points, but also to add some "life stories" of her own. These stories are particularly interesting and make us very happy.

"Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding", a happy political lesson passed. We are relaxed in this class, but we also learn a lot.

Humor+Kindness = My Political Teacher (Wang Shikang)

The bell of the third class rang, and the students rushed into the classroom quickly, eager to sit in their seats, panting, as if they didn't want to miss this humorous and interesting political lesson.

After a while, the political teacher came into the classroom. He stood on the platform, looked at us birds who were in urgent need of feeding, and shouted "class is over!" " "Suddenly, the quiet classroom was like a bolt from the blue, and suddenly it became like a fried pot-the students tried their best to shout out the words' old-teacher-good'. The teacher nodded happily and proudly and said loudly to us, "Sit down! """First, let's review the last lesson …" So a lesson began. The teacher is wearing an orange sweater, which is not very good-looking, and another smell radiates on him; Orange. Under the sweater is a pair of slender jeans and a pair of slightly muddy white sneakers. I think it's because of the rain and mud these days! A pair of wide-brimmed glasses hung on his pale black face, which was particularly bright in the light. The teacher's mouth has been curled, as if he had encountered something annoying, and he always couldn't open it.

The teacher walked on the platform and sat down to have a rest from time to time. The teacher gave a quick lecture and soon finished it. Then came the climax. After class, the teacher told us some interesting stories about him in high school, such as what happened when he was watching TV at home and what happened when he was sick as a child. Very interesting. This time is more interesting. The teacher actually told us some ugly things about him at home. Unconsciously, the bell rang with the laughter of the students, and another political lesson was over. The teacher shouted "Class dismissed!" The students were happier, and some ran out of the classroom without even shouting "goodbye to the teacher"

In a word, my political teacher is humorous in class and has a cordial communication with his classmates after class. Students always feel relaxed in his class, so we all like his political class and this humorous, funny and kind political teacher.