Teacher, shall we do it again?

Teacher, shall we do it again? The paper model is introduced as follows:

After graduating from high school, I didn't expect to come to the university admission notice. I have always been quite conceited about my academic performance. Such a heavy blow made me lose almost all my confidence. With a depressed mood, I went to school to get my high school diploma. When I left school, I accidentally found a recruitment notice posted on one side of the door. A closer look reveals that an ordinary middle school in this city is recruiting an English teacher. The conditions are high school graduation or above, good English and good oral English. I suddenly want to try.

I went to sign up. At that time, it is not far from the court day. After returning home, I was busy writing lesson plans and practicing oral English with a tape recorder. Before the speech, I had some confidence in myself. That day, the headmaster took me to the door of the classroom, patted me on the shoulder and said, "We are quite satisfied with you. This is the last level. Remember, be calm. " I glanced at the classroom, which was full of students not a few years younger than me. When I met my new teacher, they all stopped their work and looked at me.

I think if I come prepared, my heart will stop beating and my hands will stop shaking. However, when I stepped onto the platform, I was at a loss. Hearing the female monitor sitting in the first row say "stand up", I suddenly lost my mind and forgot my opening remarks. I quickly waved them to sit down. I looked flustered and several boys began to snicker. The more nervous you are, the content you have prepared can't find a shadow at once.

I couldn't find anything to say, so I stood awkwardly. I tried to say a few words, and even I knew that the preface didn't match the latter. I began to flinch: I would rather leave early than make a fool of myself. "Classmate, I really want to go for a ride with you, but I'm too bad, I can't miss you ..." After that, I glanced at the headmaster sitting in the back row helplessly and wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Teacher, please wait!" Sitting in the first row is the girl monitor with short hair and glasses. "Teacher, will you do it again?"

"I ... can't."

"Give it a try, teacher, you can do it. Try again! " The girls in the back also echoed.

"Do it again, will you?" A few more children joined in.

The classroom suddenly quieted down, and the boys waiting to see the "good play" sat up.

The headmaster pushed his glasses, smiled at me and nodded slightly. More than 40 pairs of sincere eyes gathered into a warm current and flocked to me. My mood slowly began to relax. I picked up the familiar English textbook in front of me, as if for an instant, what I wanted to say came back to my mind. I stood in front of the lecture table. Next, I successfully completed the experiment.

Later, the girl with short hair and glasses became my favorite pupil and good friend. She said to me, "At the beginning, I took the stage as the monitor for three times. The first time I didn't dare to say anything, the second time I blushed and my heart beat, and the third time I got warm applause. Every time before I go on stage, I will tell myself,' Shall we do it again?' "

The first time I went to the podium, I learned something from my students that affected my life for the first time. When I encounter setbacks afterwards, I always say to myself, "Do it again, will you?"?