Write a composition and talk about the feeling of being a teacher for a day.

1. Experience writing a teacher's composition for my brother or sister for a day. If I have a sister, she doesn't have to have a charming face and elegant posture, but she must have bright eyes, a vibrant and healthy heart, and she must be an honest person.

If I had a sister, she wouldn't have to go to a famous university. But I want her to know that if there is no humanistic nourishment, no mathematical edification, no biochemical enlightenment, the life of sixteen or seventeen years old will be so pale.

Cultural learning is the inheritance of predecessors' wisdom, and only by full inheritance can we try to create it. She doesn't have to be among the best in promotion, but she doesn't have the spirit of struggling for a hundred years.

If I had a younger sister, I would ask her to be special. She is a member of the family, and the standard of living is related to the family, so that she will not forget the hardships and difficulties of her parents.

But I want to tell her that poverty is not her fault, but the result of many factors. It is she who shows us hope and makes our efforts seem so happy.

If I had a younger sister, I would tell her that she was really happy at school. Not to mention how many school-age children and adolescents in the country have no choice but to drop out of school because of family and social reasons. Even my brother envies her simple and fulfilling life.

If I had an 18-year-old sister, I would tell her that she was an adult at 18. Please use social standards to demand yourself. Don't pursue excessive protection, which will only make you more vulnerable. In the near future, you may be hurt even more. Be strong. If I have a younger sister, I will not blindly oppose her surfing the Internet, but if she just spends precious time playing games with her senses or chatting with some boring people, I will feel sincerely sad.

Because these are not modern civilizations. On the contrary, how can this fashion rubbish support her dull youth?

If I had a younger sister, I wouldn't blindly object to her having heterosexual friends, but I'm afraid she will go further. After all, she is so young. How can her tender shoulders bear the promise of "feelings"? If I had a younger sister, I would tell her that life is a ball game, the best team has a record of losing points, and the worst team has a glorious day.

I really want to be a teacher. I have told the teacher about it several times. After a few days, the teacher finally agreed to let us take turns as teachers. It is my turn to be a teacher today. On my way to school, I met Mingming, a naughty boy in our class. I saw him bow to me first and say, "Oh, now you are a teacher, I admire you." Alas! I can't help it I walked into the school with both nervous and happy feelings.

My heart is pounding like a rabbit. When I entered the classroom, the students' slapstick broke my nervous mood. I slapped the table hard, my hands turned red, and my classmates calmed down. The bell rang before I knew it. The first class is math. I said to my classmates, "today we are going to talk about the first class, division." I just heard a classmate say, "What is division? "I pretended to understand, took the book, copied a few questions like a gourd painting gourd ladle, and wrote numbers of different sizes. I also copied the questions wrong because I was nervous, and the students kept shouting; " Wrong, wrong, wrong. "Being a teacher is not easy!

The next class is Chinese. I scribbled a few words and started the class, but the class was over in the middle. I had to ask my classmates to line up and go downstairs to do exercises. When I got downstairs, my classmates ran all over the playground and I chased them all over the playground. Like an eagle catching a chicken!

The third class is a subject, so I can finally relax. I quickly found the teacher and said, "I'm not a teacher. It is not easy to be a teacher! " "

I want to write a composition about my experience. On the first day of school today, the teacher asked us to write a composition and write my experience as 1. With excitement, I ushered in a new stage of my life, from primary school students to junior high school students. I am looking forward to a new life, making new friends and mastering new knowledge. In this new semester, I will try to adapt to the new life of junior high school as soon as possible and integrate into this big group. This year, I will study hard, strive for progress every day, and so on ... study plan: 1 Get up at 6:20 every morning, review the text to be recited the day before with 10 minutes 1-2 times, and leave home at 6:40. 2. Listen carefully in class, speak actively and take notes carefully. Review the content of the day and preview the content of the next day's class. 5. Minor Course History, Geography and Biology After each class, you should try your best to do your homework. Don't copy the answers or read books when you do it, but do it with what you have learned. You can't look at the answers or read books immediately when you encounter questions that you can't understand. Wait until you have finished, and then go to find the answer. And recite it in time. 6. For the main courses and mathematics (algebra, geometry), Chinese, English, physics and politics, after learning a unit or a lesson, we should further deepen our understanding, consolidate the explanation part of the optimal design and do exercises. When writing, I still can't copy the answers. After writing, you can give it to the teacher to correct or compare the answers, find out the mistakes and correct them in time. If we don't know how to do it, we should ask our teachers or ask them in time. Got it. 8. Listen to English for 30 minutes every night to train your listening. Mo Bosang said, "People live in hope. When a hope is shattered or realized, there will be new hope." The Spring Festival is a new expectation, new hope, new journey and new harvest. A new semester, a new starting point and a new look, let's look forward to a better tomorrow and embark on a new journey! After last week's military training, the new campus life made me understand a lot of truth, and today I finally ushered in the real junior high school life! But there is an inexplicable feeling, perhaps facing new teachers and classmates, a new school, and a new beginning! I feel very impatient. Why am I just not in the mood to study hard, learn new knowledge and master new methods? Why should I be afraid? Is it too much pressure? Because there are many people I don't know in the class, I don't seem to be able to do it: I can't raise my hand and speak freely in class, and I am jealous and complacent when I see other people's style of writing, because I have learned knowledge from him; Physical education class is used to exercise and strengthen physical fitness, but whenever I go to physical education class, I always go for a walk. Of course, exercise alone is not enough. I may not really feel the charm of sports and have no choice. Extracurricular activities in junior high school are rich and colorful. I wanted to take an active part, but I chickened out. Well, I'm losing confidence. I am glad to know many classmates now. Probably because of meeting new classmates, almost the whole class has no atmosphere except silence. Teachers have changed more than primary schools, but besides giving lectures faster and having more problems, they are also very concerned about us. I like that the head teacher inexplicably feels that he is approachable, harmonious and amiable, and thinks for us everywhere. So when I was in junior high school, I cherished my time and missed my previous primary school life. Junior high school made me abandon my naivety and ignorance, while rationality and maturity occupied our hearts. I know junior high school is the only way on the road of life.

It's really hard to write a teacher's composition that I personally experience every day.

My life is like a five-flavor bottle, full of ups and downs, which makes me feel wonderful. But every time I think about that, my heart is like a knife, it hurts and hurts.

At that time, my deskmate Xiaohong was moving to Shanghai, so she stopped studying here. So, we give each other gifts. I gave her one of my favorite little white rabbit toys, and she gave me a pen container with plum blossom patterns. I've missed her since she left.

That day, our teacher assigned an essay entitled My deskmate, describing what happened between me and my deskmate. When I got home and looked at the pen container with plum blossoms, I thought of my deskmate. I stroked the pen container with my hand. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and it turned out that my father was coming. Dad saw that I didn't do my homework and played with the pen container, so he picked up the pen container and said, "Don't do my homework and play with this. Do you want to be beaten?" I threw the pen container on the ground. I rushed out of the room, only to hear the door slam. Looking at the broken pen container, I feel very wronged, only to see round tears fall like beads with broken lines.

At this point, I thought to myself, "Dad, Dad, why are you so confused?" Why did you smash my pen container like this? How can I explain to my friends far away? "

Looking at this scene, I couldn't help writing the composition "Distant deskmate, I'm sorry".

Dad, dad, you're so confused,,,

5. The feeling of being a small teacher, the most sacred profession in the composition world is to be a teacher. Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; The teacher is a gardener, working hard for himself and watering the flowers; The teacher is a boatman, bringing trouble to himself and others. In the past, we just saw the teacher teaching us seriously in the classroom, and we didn't know the teacher's ups and downs. On Thursday, we went to kindergarten and experienced the experience of being a teacher.

With uneasy heart, my team leader came to the classroom of preschool class (2) with four members. As soon as I entered the classroom, naive children stared at us with curious eyes. I am at a loss, with a blank face and a lively jumping rabbit in my heart. After a pause, I introduced myself with the help of my team members. Now I begin my class.

It is true that "if you know the taste of pears, you must taste them first". It's only 10 minutes, and I'm a little overwhelmed. I was completely impressed by the children's lively and sharp teeth. It took me almost a second, like a year. It is easy for us to teach children's songs for more than ten times, but after teaching for a long time, the children still sit in their seats with a straight face and blink their eyes at us. We were at a loss, but we couldn't teach them and we couldn't give up. We can't let the children swallow dates. One minute we remember them, and the next we forget them completely. After discussion, we decided: division of labor and cooperation, I will teach most children to continue their studies. In case Violet helps me, Wang Han teaches the children who are still alive to read, and Feng Chao and Ran Xianda give them prizes. After hard work, the children finally got familiar with this nursery rhyme.

We started children's activities while it was still early.

"Kid, what song can you sing?" I asked

"Little Swallow!" The children said in unison.

Versatile in case Violet plays the piano skillfully and plays the keys honorably, the children's faces are full of innocent light, waving immature hands and making all kinds of childish actions. I was completely intoxicated in this naive childhood and couldn't help singing along. The songs are mixed with piano sound, harmonious and gentle, which makes people seem to have entered the fairy tale world.

It is difficult to be a teacher. Perhaps the teacher can do nothing about our naughty, but the teacher's hard work can't be expressed clearly in a few words. It is this spirit of candle, gardener and boatman that has nurtured the flowers of the motherland from generation to generation. Let's sing the song of respecting teachers together.

It is difficult to be a teacher. Maybe we should be considerate of the teacher.

6. If I were a teacher for one day, I would get up early that morning and think about what to teach my classmates today. After a fierce brain struggle, I boldly decided not to go to class. I will take my classmates to Shiwan Botanical Garden to enjoy the scenery there, draw sketches there and have fun there. My classmates will definitely like it. Let them go home and write.

After breakfast, I rushed to school immediately. When I got to school, I immediately told my classmates the good news. As soon as everyone was together, we set off at once.

Everybody's here. We took the school bus to Shiwan Botanical Garden. I got off the bus, bought tickets for my classmates and entered the gate. We immediately saw the blooming flowers and lush trees, which is a beautiful landscape to the extreme. When we got there, the water in Shiwan Lake was very clear, and we could see the stones at the bottom of the lake. The water in Shiwan Lake is very quiet, just like it doesn't flow.

We found a lawn and sat down to sketch. I took a tour. Some students also wrote a note. After sketching, we played games. We seem so happy that we forget the time. I looked down at my watch. It's already 1 1 o'clock. Let's hurry back to school.

When I got to school, I was scolded by the principal for my private decision, but I think I still got something.

7. For a composition, I want to thank my mother for her feelings for the new teacher, because she has gone through hardships to bring me into this world; I want to thank my father, because he is a veritable "god of humor" and has brought me countless joys; I want to thank my classmates, because they have brought me great help; I want to ... but I want to thank Mr. Zhang, the Chinese teacher who once taught me in the third grade. I can never count on the teacher's care and help. ...

I remember that I was just in the fifth grade and was still a timid girl. I can't talk happily with my classmates like others. Until I met Teacher Zhang, my blood was boiling like the waves of the sea. Maybe the teacher's face is amiable, or maybe the teacher's lectures are lively. I suddenly want to raise my hand and speak freely. Desire knocked down fear, and I spoke vividly and concretely, winning applause from my classmates. After the teacher told me to sit down, he kindly asked me, "What's your name?" My face turned red at once, but my heart flew to the sky happily: because the teacher asked my name, it showed that I had a good impression! Finally, I think: since you are a teacher, you should treat it as a family!

In the exercise book, the first comment that the teacher gave me was: Tong Tong, your foundation is very solid, and the teacher remembers it! I think: teacher, I love you! My father also kindly called me: "Tong Tong!" Now, when you call me that, I suddenly feel a warm current coming towards me. ...

However, the teacher also criticized me. Because my handwriting has regressed, the teacher asked me, "Am I not good at teaching?" I quickly shook my head and said, "No, it's not! I can hear everything you say! " "That's your problem!" The teacher frowned at once and said. I am speechless. "Be serious and concentrate!" The teacher said. I said, "Oh!" After leaving the office, I really want to cry, because as a good student, I shouldn't be called to the office by the teacher to criticize. However, I think: I always just care. Isn't it good for me to say a few words to me? * * * You need to cry! I should be happy! At this time, the tears seemed to recede, and I returned to the classroom happily.

After the final exam, I was surprised to find that I got 96 points in Chinese. Five points! Seeing this high score, I am 100% satisfied with myself! But the teacher said, "Do you want to hit you four times? That's why you got such a low score!" "I'm a monk and I'm confused. When I got home, I told my father about it, and my father said, "Yes! It was right to hit you. Why are you content with the status quo? If you are never satisfied, only in this way can you climb higher! " It suddenly dawned on me that the teacher was really well-intentioned!

Ah! Teacher, your love is like water, plain as water, and indispensable! Do you know that?/You know what? How I want to gently take off a piece of sky, but it is so far away, how can it be better than yours; I want to gently tear off a cloud, but how can the cloud compare with your purity; I want to pick a flower gently, but how can it compare with the colorful life you decorated for me? Finally, I want to say: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang!

8. composition if I have been a teacher for a day, I just woke up in the morning of the seventh grade and found myself a teacher. I looked at my watch and was going to be late, so I had a quick breakfast and went to school by bike.

As soon as I entered the class, I saw that all my classmates were absorbed in doing morning reading, and only Zhang Ming shook his chair lazily. As soon as I saw it, I quietly walked behind him, propped up the back of the chair and said, "Shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge …", which caused the whole class to burst into laughter, and Zhang Ming was ashamed.

When doing exercises, I began to do it weakly, and I saw it in my eyes. After the exercise, I found Lin Jun, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Dear brother, who gave you ten fragrant soft tendons?"

In class, I dictated to my classmates. When I changed dictation, I was in distress situation. Any "long story" and "Internet capital" are all students' "masterpieces". One of my classmates only got 50 points. I didn't want to make her too sad, so I racked my brains to find a way. Write a 100 on the dictation paper, leave three blank lines and divide by 2. Sure enough, this classmate only saw 100, didn't see the division by 2, and went home happily. Looking at the happy back of my classmates, I went back to the office to sort out the teaching materials and thought: I have been a teacher for a day successfully!

When I got home, I had a good sleep. The next day, I became a student again and went to school happily.