Class teacher's writing from multiple perspectives

1. One thing about the composition class is that I am proud to have a good teacher who is like me from many angles. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind.

In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I think she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?

But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Miss Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get to Mr. Jiao's hand, there is nothing, just what she gave them is crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". .

In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't, but Miss Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten!

But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope I won't make mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a regular me.

Also, I want to focus on the teacher: If I am a bird flying with wings, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.

I always want to tell you if I am thoughtful, and I want to share my joy with you. With respect and love, Mr. Jiao, let me once again call you "Mr. Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?

Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.

Time flies, it has been six years in a blink of an eye, and I am about to enter junior high school and bid farewell to the primary school where I have lived for six years. In the past six years, I have had both sadness and happiness, experienced many unusual things and called many friends. Besides, I also met a good teacher-Cai Ni. ; She is a relatively young teacher in her early twenties. Although she looks ordinary, her own dress is neat and makes people look fresh. Her lectures are lively, easy to understand, and her teaching methods are unique, and her classmates like her very much. ; When I first came into contact with her, I was not very impressed with her, but in a composition class, I changed my mind about her. It was my first composition class in grade two, because I didn't go to preschool and didn't even know what composition was. After listening to the teacher's detailed explanation, I realized that composition is to turn beautiful sentences into paragraphs. This is simple to say, but not so easy to do. I can't even make sentences at ordinary times, so it's even harder for me to write jokes. I was prostrated on the table and couldn't help crying. ; "ah! I really like it! " "Yes, yes!" Suddenly, I was awakened by my classmate's voice and looked up, ah! The teacher drew a big cock on the blackboard, which is lifelike and particularly beautiful. The teacher said, "Students, who can describe this big cock?" The students all raised their hands with great enthusiasm. I couldn't help shrinking because I was too timid to speak. "Huang, tell me!" The teacher pointed at me and said. I stood up shyly, fingered my skirt, and waited for a long time to come up with a few words. I didn't expect the teacher to lead the whole class to applaud me and say that I spoke very well. Then the teacher wrote the words "My Rooster" on the blackboard, saying that this is the topic of today's composition. As soon as I got to the composition book, I began to write. I don't know why. Beautiful sentences jumped out of my mind one by one, and the blue pen jumped on the square paper. ; After the training of this class, I was deeply attracted by the composition. ..

2. From the teacher's point of view, write some teacher diaries that are brighter than the heart. I want to give this document to the first batch of students in my teaching career and dedicate it to this little girl named Li Yue.

In September, 200 1 year, 19 years old, I walked out of the university gate for my own ideal and regretless youth, happily stepped onto the sacred three-foot platform and went to a primary school as a Chinese teacher and head teacher. The sunshine in September is particularly bright. In the face of dozens of children who have just entered school, I am eager to inspire children's enthusiasm with heartfelt love, so that every soul seed can grow into a towering tree, and every pair of tender steps can become the scales of the national dragon.

I went to the podium with confidence and gave an emotional explanation. What I get in return is: some have to go to the toilet, some lie down, and some children even get under the table. The children complained constantly, and my voice was hoarse, but it didn't help, so I had to organize students to discipline again and again. Besides teaching, daily work is also very complicated.

Preparing lessons, correcting homework, two exercises for students, class hygiene, queuing for school, lunch management, discipline and safety for students during recess.

It's hard to have a rest after class, but groups of children are complaining about all kinds of irrelevant things. I didn't expect my ideal poetic teacher career to be like this! What shall we do? Am I unfit to be a teacher? Seeing the children in other classes living in an orderly way, the teachers are working enthusiastically and freely, and then looking at themselves, the ignorant children in their own classes are anxious and helpless when they think of the trust of their leading colleagues and the expectations of their parents. I am only 19 years old, but my tender shoulders bear such a heavy burden. Depression makes me look like a wronged big child. I cried several times alone, sad for the hard work and tiredness, sad for my wholehearted and meaningless dedication, and crying for my ideal being crushed by reality.

To tell the truth, I almost want to give up my career as a teacher and find another way out. However, a little girl changed all this.

It was a stormy afternoon, and parents took their children one after another, leaving Yue shivering in the corner. Her lips are purple, her face is white with cold, and she looks like a weak little leaf, which makes me feel sad and reminds me of my child's poor past.

She is a very timid little girl and never talks to others, let alone speak in class. Just two weeks into school, her parents divorced, and she was sentenced to her mother and transferred to another school.

Half a semester later, her father sent Yue Yue to class again, saying that Yue Yue was now raised by him, and hoped that the teacher would take more care of her. Care, how can the teacher take care of her to soothe her wounded heart! She was kicked around like a ball, but she just looked indifferent. A child who should be naive and lively has turned into this.

I try my best to moisten her with the teacher's strict and tolerant love, and care for her with the care of my eldest sister, hoping to erase the brand of the misfortune of family life engraved on her heart. Until one day in oral class, I asked my children to introduce people they like. The children spoke enthusiastically, some said teachers and classmates, some said uncles and aunts ... It was Yue Yue's turn. I looked at her expectantly, but I didn't find a trace of panic in her eyes. She stood up.

Without saying a word, the classroom was silent and everyone looked at her. She blushed, her eyes widened, and she held back for a long time. Finally, she said, "My favorite person is my mother, but ... she died in a car accident and never came back ... I miss her so much, I miss my mother so much! I want my mother, I want my mother ... "The children were shocked, and Yue Yue sat down, covered her face and sobbed gently on her desk.

My heart ached, which is the real reason for Yue Yue to transfer again, and it is also the most difficult scar to heal in her heart! Dad hid the truth from the teacher out of concern, but a 6-year-old child can't hide his love and yearning for his mother, but he can't see her deep sadness anymore. The reality is cruel, but the children are innocent.

Yue Yue, I'm sorry, what should the teacher do to make up for the harm that fate has brought you? How can I love you, care for you, help you and make you happy again? Since then, after school, I often hold her hand, take her to play with the children, tie her loose braids and make up lessons for her. I gave her the most meticulous care like a fragile porcelain doll, but I still felt it was not enough. After all, mom is the only one forever. How can we get back the affection of maternal love? ..... The patter of rain outside the window brought my thoughts back to reality.

It is raining harder and harder, and it is getting darker and darker. Xiao Yueyue next to her is huddled up alone, still hopelessly looking forward to her father. "Yue Yue, will dad come to pick you up?" She didn't speak. She looked at me with big eyes and tears in her eyes.

I looked around, and I don't think I can get a taxi outside. I gritted my teeth, took off my coat, put it on my head, picked up Yue Yue and ran out. After wearing some coats, I was soaked to the skin. At that time, I was in such a mess that my face was blurred by the rain, my shoes, socks and trouser legs were soaked in water, and my feet were uncomfortable, but I still had to run with one foot deep and one foot shallow, unable to pay attention to other people's strange eyes. Finally arrived, Yue Yue hugged my neck, and her little head clung to my chest and refused to let go. I was moved by her rare intimacy and hugged her tightly for a long time before I let her go: "Yue Yue, go home."

She nodded and ran into the house. Suddenly she came back and hugged me and said, "Teacher, you are so kind, just like my mother!" " "In a flash, a short sentence made me feel very happy like a drowned rat. This is the first time in my life that I have been called "Mom". I understand that this is not only a sincere thank you, but also a valuable recognition and a full trust and dependence.

Happily, in his later study and life, Yue Yue gradually recovered his innocent smile and dared to raise his hand to speak. The homework she handed in was unprecedented, but it was not just homework. That is clearly a heart to repay the teacher's love! I gave her a ray of sunshine when she needed it, but she regarded it as a fiery sun, giving each other a heart-to-heart response, a blend of affection and love. In a class, I don't know how many children like Yue Yue need the teacher's care! Those innocent smiling faces flashed in my mind one by one, and every naughty look was so naughty and lovely, every one.

3. The composition entitled "I am a class teacher" has more than 800 words. My head teacher is a beautiful, kind and conscientious teacher.

She has the most popular curly hair, sharp eyes and glib mouth. Coupled with a slim figure, it is simply a fairy. All the students in our class are proud of having this beautiful head teacher.

She is a very gentle and humorous person. I remember once in class, a classmate said a word in class, which seriously affected the classroom discipline. My head teacher said calmly at the beginning that this classmate should listen carefully. But after a while, the classmate turned a deaf ear to the teacher's reminder and began to speak unscrupulously again. This time, the teacher got angry and told the classmate to get out of the classroom. We all thought this classmate was going to suffer. Who knows, after a while, when we were discussing the problem, the teacher walked out of the classroom, touched the classmate's head and said something with a smile, and then let the classmate enter the classroom to continue the class. The teacher said, "I can't let the whole class suffer because this classmate made a little mistake carelessly. Let's continue our class!" " However, in view of your good performance, how about telling the teacher a joke to reward you? "My head teacher is such a person. Even if a student makes a mistake, he has to give the student face and tolerate the student.

She is also a teacher who loves her students very much. I remember one morning meeting, Min Yang, a classmate of our class, almost fainted because of her weak constitution. My head teacher was very anxious and immediately sent Yang Min to the health center. Unfortunately, one day the doctor in the health clinic happened to be out. The teacher was very anxious and had to call his parents, who didn't answer the phone, which made the teacher very worried. Sending it back by yourself will delay the study of other students. In desperation, the teacher had to come up with an expedient measure, and asked the vice monitor and I to escort Min Yang home (the teacher said that it would take a few minutes to make it up after school because we both studied very well), and gave us his phone number, asking us to call her as soon as we arrived, but before we arrived, the teacher called to ask about the situation. The teacher is looking around, hoping that we can go back to school as soon as possible and bring the good news that "Min Yang has arrived home safely".

My head teacher is still a kind person. Since she became the head teacher of our class in the third semester of senior three, we have felt a lot of her love, not only teaching us knowledge, but more importantly, teaching us how to be a person. He is always patient, careful and careful with our class even if he only gets a single-digit "eight talents". There is a very special classmate in our class. His mother left him when he was half a year old and his father didn't come back for seven or eight years. He lives with his elderly grandparents, so he has developed the habit of petty theft and doing bad things, and his study is even worse. However, the teacher has always been attached to this classmate and rarely complains. No matter what mistakes he made, it was a kind education. Sometimes some students in our class look down on this classmate, and the teacher will be very angry and say, we should learn to respect, learn to tolerate and learn to be considerate. In short, it gives us the feeling that the teacher pays special attention to this useless and bad classmate in our opinion. Later, we didn't know what happened to this classmate, so we knew the teacher's good intentions.

I also learned to be a modest person from the class teacher. Our head teacher has been in charge for more than a year, and our class has undergone earth-shaking changes, but every time we make achievements, the teacher always says modestly, "You are all too smart and talented, give the teacher face!" Who says you are the most difficult to manage? Why don't I think so? On the contrary, I think you are too sensible, but don't be proud. You must continue to work hard. "Every time we hear such simple words, we are deeply moved.

My head teacher is a person with beautiful appearance and more beautiful heart. Although she is sometimes very strict and occasionally gets angry with us, I think of her tireless teaching, teaching us to sing, teaching us to dance and teaching us to play ball … I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart and like her.

My head teacher really admires me. I will never forget what she taught me!

Writing a teacher's composition bid farewell to the old semester and ushered in a new school year. Everything is brand-new, even our Chinese teacher has a new one.

My new Chinese teacher's surname is He. She has big clear and bright eyes. Short hair and small mouth, laughing every day, very kind. A pair of "two cakes" on the high bridge of the nose look very learned. She is of medium height and a little fat, but she dresses well. She is about thirty years old, and she talks like an alarm clock, for fear that we can't hear clearly. The teacher is from Sichuan, although he speaks with his hometown accent. But we heard it clearly, and she also asked us for advice-learning standard Mandarin. Slowly, we began to like the new Chinese teacher.

He Laoshi's first sentence when he saw us was: "Hello, classmates, I am your new Chinese teacher and head teacher. I hope we can live happily and study happily in the future. * * * created an excellent class group ... "I think this teacher is really not simple, and he took the words to heart when he took office. He Laoshi has rich teaching experience and can be said to be a knowledgeable teacher. Although we have only been together for two weeks, our classmates like her very much, and they also like taking her classes. Everyone found her class very relaxing and interesting, and at the same time, they felt that they had learned a lot of knowledge in the relaxed and happy process. Take He Laoshi's first lesson as an example. The content of our class is "cultivating good study habits" (diligently collecting information). He Laoshi didn't say like other teachers, "Today we study hard to collect information or something." Instead, he said, "Students, He Laoshi is a foreigner and doesn't know much about Nanjing. On National Day, my Sichuan classmate will come to Nanjing to play and let me be her tour guide, but I am worried. I don't know what's interesting in Nanjing, and I don't know where to collect information. Can you help me? " "Yes," we all said in unison. Some people say that surfing the internet; Some said to consult books and newspapers; Others said to ask someone who knows ... He Laoshi spoke again. "With so much information. But my classmates can't come yet, and I can't move all this information to my friends. It is said that the students in Class 6 1 are very smart and have many golden ideas. Please help me tell me how to save these materials! " We rushed to say, "cut and paste", "extract" and "make cards ..." Today was really great. Several little "naughty boys" in the class spoke very actively and were praised by the teacher many times. I am glad to have such a Chinese teacher. With such a Chinese teacher, I think the most troublesome Chinese achievement in our class will definitely improve.

"Ding-ding-"Unconsciously, the class was over. The teacher has left the classroom. But I still sat in the chair, reminiscing about the content of the teacher's class today, which really benefited me a lot. Sometimes she is a little strict. But we still like her, my new Chinese teacher.

Write a 500-word composition with my class teacher as the topic. My head teacher's surname is Zhou, and we all admire her.

People say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves but illuminating others; Teachers are like gardeners, working hard to cultivate our seedlings; Teachers, like mothers, gave us selfless love. ..... too many words of praise to the teacher.

Our teacher Zhou is very strict with us in class, but after class, Miss Zhou seems to be our big friend and plays games with us. Take us kicking shuttlecock, jumping rubber bands and punching pockets. Teacher Zhou's Chinese class is lively and interesting, and he clearly expresses the whole meaning of the text with words and actions. In math class, Miss Zhou made those boring numbers move as if they could speak.

Miss Zhou, five years have passed. Is the gray hair on your sideburns because we work too hard? On a cold night, people are resting, and you are still correcting our compositions under the light.

Teacher Zhou, I remember that once, a classmate in the class was accidentally injured during recess, and his hand was cut by wicker, bleeding all over the floor. As soon as you saw it, you immediately put down the lesson plan and took the classmate to dress the wound. You ask distressfully, "Does it hurt, son?" That classmate smiled and said to the teacher, "teacher, I'm fine." It doesn't hurt at all. I was careless. "

This is my head teacher. We can do everything for students, teacher, and we will always admire you!

6. The multi-faceted class teacher wrote more than 300 words. Of course, our Yushu 10 foot long teacher Chen Yuwen is our head teacher.

Miss Chen Yuwen has big eyes, a little black beard and a healthy face. Said he was tall. He is. Even if the whole school teachers and students stand on the playground, they can see where he is at a glance, which is a bit standout. Suppose he did his duty. He did it. He flew into a rage when our homework was poor. I once broke a piece of glass on the podium. Scared us to death.

He can be said to be the man of the hour in the school. Once we went for a spring outing, Mr. Chen disagreed and told the headmaster that our class would not go for a spring outing but for military training. Hearing the news, we all collapsed. Our teacher Chen ignored it, but she sprinkled salt on our wounds. It will take two days! But immediately, our mood became gloomy and it was raining heavily. Because the whole school is going to the fourth to sixth grades! It was a sad time, and other classes always asked us if we had "harmed" them. We are also "victims"! Depressed ~ ~

No one dares to object that Mr. Chen is a master of humor. In class, the wind blew the door open. Teacher Chen found out, touched the door with her feet, pushed her hands away and said, "Qigong!" " Make us laugh. Another time, in the class of "cricket", someone suddenly said, "Teacher Chen is a cricket (handsome boy)!" We laughed heartily, but Mr Chen didn't stop us. When we laughed enough, he said, "What's so good about crickets? It's just that they have a pot cover on their heads, kelp tied around them and cabbage in their hands! " As soon as the voice fell, I heard laughter.

This is our teacher Chen. I like him very much. What about you?

7. Write an article about my class teacher.

The head teacher in my heart is a wise man. He is knowledgeable, proficient in the subjects he teaches and knows how to teach his students. When students can't master the correct learning method, a well-taught class teacher, like an old Chinese doctor, gives students a good prescription to improve their learning situation, so that students can understand that good grades come from hard work and good methods are indispensable; When students don't understand their own lessons, the class teacher with rich teaching experience doesn't simply blame the students, but patiently explain them, and then let them consolidate what they have learned after he has fully mastered them. When students have deviations in their study, the class teacher will discuss the characteristics of the subject with the students, so that the students can know the harm of the deviated subject and the importance of the subject. Be able to communicate with teachers in this discipline in time, so that students can catch up with the achievements of this discipline and guide students to embark on the journey of knowledge.

My head teacher is a fool. When a student makes a mistake, he will pretend not to see it and educate the students by innuendo at an appropriate time. When necessary, he will talk to students in private, be moved by emotion and be sensible. This will not only enable students to distinguish right from wrong, realize the essence of things, correct their mistakes, but also make them respect the class teacher more, so as to kill two birds with one stone. The head teacher in my heart always stops when criticizing students, focuses on education, can set an example and let students accept the education of the head teacher wholeheartedly. When some students can't correctly understand the teacher's criticism or even swearing, the generous class teacher just smiles.

The head teacher in my heart is a "strict father". He is strict with students, especially academically, and is even more strict with students' ideology and morality. When students dress up "out of line", even if it is a hairstyle, a dress or a pair of trousers, it is as small as words and deeds, sitting posture, speaking, radio exercises and so on. As long as there is anything that does not meet the requirements of the students' norms, the class teacher will point it out rudely and correct it. In learning, if anyone has a correct attitude, the class teacher will immediately tell the students their own shortcomings through "written talk", and at the same time do not forget to set an example to educate the students to correct them.

The head teacher in my heart is a kind mother. Even if the students make a little progress, the class teacher will never be stingy with a sunny smile like his mother; When students encounter difficulties in their study and life, the considerate class teacher will take pains to enlighten them and help them overcome them. When students are wronged and sad, the class teacher is not cruel, but makes them happy with gentle drizzle-like comfort. At this time, the students felt the warmth of loving mother. Class teacher, pour all your love into the students.

The head teacher is a hard-working ox, quietly cultivating one side of the land and diligently teaching a group of students. The head teacher in my heart is a tireless and painstaking gardener and a noble engineer of the human soul.

Ah, the head teacher, what a noble career! I love my head teacher.

8. My class teacher's composition is 1000 words.

Sitting alone on the stone steps, the breeze blows gently, recalling the scene when we studied and lived with the head teacher in the primary school graduation exam, we can't help feeling a lot!

Nothing impresses me more than these things.

It was the first morning of the new semester, and I walked into the familiar classroom at a brisk pace. Sitting in a familiar seat, there is always an inexplicable excitement and excitement in my heart. Perhaps the coming class teacher brought me such a mood. Sitting there, I have no time to say hello to my classmates. I am more concerned about the arrival of this mysterious teacher. After a while, * * * sounded as usual, and I tried to stand up straight to make myself look more energetic. At this moment, a classmate called the teacher. Because I can't resist my curiosity, I craned my neck to see the teacher. The hurried footsteps sounded and reached my ears, which was the arrival of the long-awaited class teacher. She is a woman of moderate figure, with a slight blush on her face, giving people a feeling of closeness and kindness.

The teacher stepped onto the platform, picked up the chalk on the table and quickly wrote three neat and beautiful Chinese characters "Hong Xiaoyan" on the blackboard, which gave people a pleasing feeling. What has always impressed me is what Mr. Hong said in class. "The height that a great man achieved and maintained was not achieved in a fly, but climbed it step by step when his companions were asleep. The pain that others can't bear, the pain that others can't eat, is to reap what others can't eat. " What the teacher said is my motivation to keep encouraging myself.

It was the day near the graduation exam, because I was in a bad mood with my classmates that afternoon, so I was not interested in listening to what the teacher said. After class, the teacher came up to me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Come with me to the corridor." I followed the teacher with my head down. The teacher talked with me for a few words, and then asked me if I had any problems with my classmates. I wondered in my heart how the teacher knew. I didn't respond, and Mr. Hong didn't ask what was going on. Instead, he said to me, "People who have never tolerated others are not worthy of being tolerated by others. But who can say that there is no need for tolerance? " Then the teacher gave me a meaningful look and walked away. The teacher is right. On the road of life with friends, there will be care and support, and there will be no loneliness and loneliness. Life with friends will be less stormy and more warm and sunny. In fact, tolerance is always sunny. We don't need to care too much about who is right and who is wrong. It's always sunny after dark clouds. Looking up, the scenery around us is still so beautiful.

I have gained too much with Miss Hong. Being with her not only gained knowledge, but also gained some principles of dealing with people, which benefited me a lot.

Peach and plum are fragrant, and the deep affection of fruit trees for the land is precipitated in the fragrance. Teacher, although we are separated, I can still feel your unique breath. Teacher, thank you for your teaching and concern. I won't disappoint your kindness!

9. Ask for a composition and write it from the teacher's point of view. I usually teach students not to be late, but this time I was late. It's a shame that I didn't set an example for the students. This is my dereliction of duty in my work. I would like to make the following self-examination here:

As a faculty member, I appear in school as a teacher, and I know the seriousness of being late. It is my dereliction of duty not to set up a glorious image for my children. As a teacher, it is understandable that I am criticized and punished. Secondly, the bounden duty of teachers is to educate students. I asked the students not to be late, but I didn't do it myself. I feel very ashamed. I know that this time, even if there is any reason, it can't be an excuse for my being late. So I decided to use this as an interface, and I must come to school on time in the future to set a good example for the students in our class.

The ancients often said that it is good to know mistakes and correct them. So I hope the leader can be magnanimous and forgive me for being late this time. From now on, you will definitely see a brand-new self who arrives at school on time, prepares lessons actively, listens to lectures carefully and gets along well with students. I believe that as long as I realize the problem of being late that I often mention to my students, I can do the above. I hope the leaders will believe my sincerity and determination.

As an in-service teacher, I often educate my students to have the courage to admit their mistakes, so I will do the same. I know, my classmates say behind my back that I don't meet the standard of not being late. This time, I will bite the bullet and go to the classroom to admit my mistake after class. I believe I can admit my mistake and the children will follow me. If I make a mistake in the future (of course, I hope it won't happen), I will sincerely admit my mistake and correct it.

Suddenly I remembered a sentence: A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Perhaps my lateness has narrowed the distance between me and my students and made me more handy in future education and teaching. Of course, I am not excusing myself. I have realized my mistake. As a teacher, I believe I can correct it. I just want to look at this problem from another angle.

Being late has become a reality, and I will set an example. I will make up for it. I believe I am still a good teacher in the hearts of students.

Seek the understanding of the school leaders.