It's Teacher's Day again. Talk about a teacher who impressed you the most.

From the second day to the third day, my parents sent me to a private school there because I was stubborn and really helpless. They dressed me up so beautifully that the headmaster of that school praised me for being clever, even though I knew it was just a kind word. The high wall separates me from the outside world. The noise and excitement outside belong to others, and I have nothing. The happiest thing every day is to go to the lawn with boys and catch crickets with mineral water bottles, and play during evening self-study.

I sat in the front row, cricket was tortured by me, and I decided to run away. I ran to the podium. I don't know if it was because some evil force tortured by me actually jumped into our physics teacher's cup. The middle-aged man took the cup and looked at it for a while. After making sure it wasn't anything toxic, he actually drank it. This is the first time I've seen someone drink crickets since I was so big. It really shocked me.

If this is just one thing, I will remember it for a few days, and I guess I will forget it in a few days. When reviewing the electrostatic reaction in the first class, he took out a comb from his pocket, rubbed it on his hair for a while, got some pieces of paper, and absorbed some pieces of paper with the static electricity on the comb. Maybe he didn't think the electrostatic reaction was obvious enough, so he took off his shoes again, and then took out the insole and wiped it on the comb twice. This time, the electrostatic reaction was obvious. A lot of pieces of paper on the table were sucked up, and the class was spent in the friction comb. After class, he picked up a comb wiped with insoles to comb his hair.

This is not his favorite place. His loveliest thing is that he wears his pants inside out in class. Our monitor's eyes are poisonous, which can be seen at a glance. We laughed for a long time after secretly telling us. Although I have tried my best not to laugh, I can't help it at the sight of his pants. The monitor kindly reminded him during recess. What a man in his forties. He stood on the platform without fear and said confidently, "It's just that your pants are on backwards. Your laughter is so low that you actually laughed for a class. "

It is such a slovenly middle-aged man who brought me into the magical world of physics with his unique funny way and made me interested in this subject. It is also because he makes our boring junior high school life very happy. It is also his subtle influence, which gives us a positive world outlook and attitude towards life. Even after I graduated from junior high school for seven years, when I think of him again, my mouth will still rise and my heart will still be full of gratitude.