I haven't written anything like this for a long time. I have held six parent-teacher conferences in a row this time, and I am very excited when I talk about my feelings. I have resigned from public schools, but many parents and children still keep in touch with me. The children in junior high school still chat with me and send me holiday messages as before. As a seemingly rational person, I really can't help but want to write this article. Give this document to all the children I have taught and the parents I have contacted, and dedicate it to myself who was once confused.

Why do I teach?

I never became a great man. The reason for choosing to teach is simple. I am a Chinese department myself, and I like Chinese since I was a child. In order to end her long-distance relationship with her husband in her early years, she found a teaching job in Wuhan without graduating from college. However, the reality is cruel, wages are too low and house prices are too high. I am faced with unprecedented confusion. So we discussed it and decided that I would go back to my hometown first and try to test the teacher establishment, so that our feelings would be more real in winter and summer vacations. With several years of teaching experience, I came to live in Wuhan. Through hard work, I was admitted as a teacher as soon as I graduated from college and really became a people's teacher.

It's never a noble reason, it's just personal gain. I don't understand what it means to be a people's teacher. At that time, I only believed that I should try my best to do every job well. My father always said: Be responsible for every student.

New Year's Day

Aside from my work in Wuhan, the first class I officially took over was Class 253. A unique class in my eyes in a rural primary school.

Our public area is an old toilet. Our first day began with cleaning the toilet. Being a head teacher for the first time, I don't know what this means. I just feel happy with them, and I feel like a child myself. But this happiness didn't last long.

There are many famous children in my class. In the first semester, on average, our class has to deal with an emergency once a day and call once a week. Extreme things like children's emotional instability happen once every two weeks, and a big event happens every month. My head teacher's handbook is full of cases, and there are countless things to record every day. During that time, I was used to being in a daze at home alone and telling my father over and over again, "I don't want to be a teacher anymore!" " I'm going crazy! "But my father always told me," Don't give up because of a little thing! Other teachers are just like you. There are so many grievances. It's just that you are inexperienced. "

So, I began to ask the old teacher for advice. I am very lucky. Wherever I go, people are kind to me. Experienced teacher Deng always taught me many methods, but she told me seriously: "I can teach you the methods, but you must solve the problems yourself, otherwise they are afraid of me, not you."

So, in front of the head teacher of this class, I taught Chinese in grade one, and started my attempt from politics in three classes in grade two. ZL said to a classmate in my class in front of me, "I'll call someone from Grade Two and Grade Three to hit you!" " "I gave him a box on the ear, not heavy, but this is my first time hitting people. I left him, and he wouldn't talk to me. I kept talking to him for two hours, and I didn't let the child go home until he was willing to talk to me. LTY's group of girls clashed with people in another class, which had a bad influence. I called the office one by one, gently touched the child's hand with my pointer and asked, Does it hurt? No pain. But do you feel the teacher's distress? I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until all the children left the office crying. ZXR self-mutilated again and again for family reasons, and I was emotionally unstable countless times. I tried to comfort, beat and scold countless times. XWY hates school and doesn't want to go to school. I talk to her whenever I have time, and I always want this potential child not to give up on himself. YZF and ZL went out to fight countless times. Once they do exercises during recess, they hide under the desk in the classroom. I didn't see them, so I was anxious to look everywhere. When two people appeared, I didn't say anything, a slap. ZL was confused at the time. He said, "I just skipped an interval training. "I cried at that time:" Do you know that I have been looking for you everywhere! The school gate is the national highway. What if something happens when you go out? Do you know how uncomfortable I will be! " The children stopped talking and they understood the meaning of the slap.

After teaching junior high school, I began to learn to pick up the pointer. I don't approve of corporal punishment of students. I never take hands seriously. I never hit anyone except for serious things. I finally understand that beating and cursing is sometimes a kind of care. Children can feel it, from your tears, from your words and deeds.

The children are beginning to change. Since all the teachers complained to me, the classes that used to have only shortcomings in others' eyes began to change. The children became more and more polite, began to be serious in class and began to do their homework. WZF doesn't like doing homework, and even a teacher asked him, "Are you going to clean the toilet or finish this problem?" He chose to clean the toilet. I looked for him many times and found his grandmother to explain the child's situation. Later, we were pleasantly surprised to find that this child has a particularly strong memory, and many things can be memorized after watching it several times. CW, an introverted child in the class, talks like a mosquito and doesn't like to raise his hand. Later, he became more and more daring to answer my questions. A large number of introverted children have become cheerful, and children who love to find things outside have a sense of collective honor. I still remember that in the last few weeks of our first semester, we finally got the first flowing red flag for the first time. It was the first week of the new year, and the whole class cheered. A few days ago, the children in the class were still saying, "Who remembers how happy the head teacher was when our class took the flowing red flag for the first time?" There was laughter in the group. "Who wouldn't remember!" That's our common memory. It's really hard to imagine how children feel when they don't get a flowing red flag at the end of a semester. Every time I can't get it, I always encourage it again and again, and I don't want to disappoint my children.

This semester is over. Our class got the first place in the Chinese exam, and the comprehensive ranking changed from the penultimate to the second in time order. I still remember the children's happy faces when I announced the news. They said, "teacher, we are not the class that others look down upon!" " "Yes, I lost from 88 kg to 78 kg that semester. I prepare lessons until 12: 30 every night because I don't want to have boring classes. I hope the children have a good time in every class, whether it's Chinese or politics in Grade Two. Deal with children's problems during the day every day, and talk to them one by one whenever you have time. In the first year of teaching junior high school, I never took a lunch break and watched them every day. In the free class, I accompany the children to learn to sing English songs and play games with them. The weekly class meeting is carefully prepared. I remember Hyde once wrote in a weekly diary that his favorite is the class meeting. We were really happy then.

The second semester is not so difficult. The children are becoming more and more considerate of me. They also know that Mr. Sun will cry in front of them once every semester, not because he is angry, but because he is moved, moved and distressed. The children began to cry with me. In the second semester, the child took the initiative to help me take on the responsibility of the class. We almost never lose a flying red flag. At the most glorious time, the red flag fluttered on the front wall of the classroom, and the plaques of excellent classes and excellent classes were hung. In fact, at this time, I still don't know why I teach, and I don't have a great sense of mission, but I am very happy, very happy, and that is a time I will remember all my life.

A teacher once said to me, "Don't be too persistent, it is difficult to change a person." I understand all the reasons, but later I found that maybe I did everything I could, but I still couldn't change anyone. However, as long as I plant even a little sunshine in his heart, even if he can't become a person who is beneficial to society, at least, I hope he can survive and not do anything harmful to society. Live well, live well, mix well and be happy.

junior two

At the end of the first grade, the children were particularly afraid that I would not take them in the second grade and sent me a lot of QQ messages. Fortunately, I became their class teacher. During that time, it was the most relaxing time since I taught. I started my lunch break for the first time. The children don't need me to worry anymore. They understand me and their mental outlook is getting better and better. No longer as before, dealing with the class slogan I set for them.

However, due to some special reasons, I was transferred to Class 3 of Grade 3 in less than 1 month, so naturally I can't be a class teacher. I couldn't help crying before telling the children the news. YZF smiled and said, "The teacher is crying again." When I said I was going to change to grade three, everyone bowed their heads, and then there was sobbing. Maybe it's hard for you to imagine what it's like for more than 50 children to sob. I stood on the podium, distressed. I didn't expect my children to care so much about me, but they care so much about me. As ZXR said: Teacher, you always think that we don't care about you, but it's just your own idea.

The teaching building of grade three is only twenty or thirty meters away from the children's teaching building, but in retrospect, this distance is far away. On the first day of the third grade, 253 children went on strike and refused to go into the classroom to study early. The headmaster told me to deal with it quickly, so I ran to the classroom and scolded him. After I finished scolding, the children all laughed: "Teacher Sun is scolding us again!" " "I remember that photo. At the end of that day, all the teachers came to tell me that on this day, their thoughts in class were not in class, but in a daze. I told them later that one day the teacher will not teach you, and you should learn to grow up by yourself.

I made up my mind and began to study the third grade textbooks. Children of 253 will still come to see me often and buy me food with pocket money, saying that I am going to gain weight. But I know I have to start a new responsibility.

Third grade of middle school

In the year without Grade Two, when I was in Grade Three, I had to preview the classical Chinese of Grade Two by myself when preparing lessons, because the classical Chinese of Grade Two was long and frequently tested. In addition to having two Chinese classes every day, I began to give up my lunch break at noon to let my children pass the basics. I began to think of ways to make children learn actively. I created a system to let children go through the customs like an upgraded monster, and even created a copy for children to challenge. So they began to fall in love with recitation and memory. Classical Chinese, the sum of the two classes does not exceed 10, and the classical Chinese in the class is deducted by more than 2 points.

God knows how many sleepless nights I spent in the third grade, how many bowls of instant noodles I ate and how many times I got sick. It's normal to prepare lessons until 1, because I have a year off. As a new teacher, I must pay more. What impressed me the most was that it was already 9: 30 after the evening self-study, and it was almost 2 o'clock to prepare lessons. But the next day, the standard class had an important acceptance work. I set my alarm clock to 3 o'clock, slept for an hour, and continued to get out of bed and work. Countless nights, I delved into textbooks and test sites. For a class, I searched dozens of courseware on the Internet, and then selected and digested them to become my own things.

The hardest time was when a Chinese teacher took a week or two off for physical reasons and another teacher was pregnant. I helped undertake a Chinese make-up class, a night of self-study and sprint training for innovative experimental classes. I clearly remember how I spent that week. The first day begins with morning reading classes, including four Chinese classes in the morning, two sprint classes in the afternoon and three evening self-study classes. There are three Chinese classes and three evening self-study classes the next day. This week, I also undertook the training of the host of the school reading festival, giving free counseling to students at noon every day, giving a speech training for a student to go out for a competition, and rehearsing the reading festival programs in two classes. I clearly remember that in the past few days, my throat was directly inflamed and I ate a lot of buccal tablets every day. I clearly remember that during the lunch break, I helped my classmates with their problems, and at the same time instructed the senior two student who took part in the competition to give a speech and recite. I clearly remember that in the evening after these things, I still prepared lessons to 1. In order to keep my energy, I still got up in the middle of the night to eat a bowl of instant noodles. I remember it clearly, because the students have already done the paper and can't do it any more. In those classes, I always stand up to talk about new lessons or review lessons without rest. And these, I never dare to reveal a word at home.

Fortunately, school leaders and colleagues have given me great concern. If it wasn't really special, no one would want this situation, but everyone always gave me the best and warmest help. In order to help me grow up quickly, and to make the acceptance of the qualified class smooth, my master and He Laoshi asked me to practice in their class. Every time I go to listen to them, I point out my shortcomings and tell me the solution. Finally, I not only reached the standard, but also was rated as excellent, and I had a class that I felt moved by. Everyone always cares about me on weekdays. During those years in Sifen, I was cared for and honed as if I were in a big family. You may not imagine that the teachers in this building in the third grade have all kinds of occupational diseases. In addition to going to the toilet, eating and attending classes, I sit at my desk and correct my homework at other times. You may not imagine that our teacher often vomits in class, has a long work and rest, has irregular diet and is under great pressure. It is really exhausting. You may not imagine that when the society's view of teachers is extremely wrong, teachers are still insisting that no child can survive in the future, although there will be groups of children who will not be admitted to high school. If these experienced and caring teachers were not my role models, I would have given up teaching long ago.

There are nearly 120 children in two classes, and I have talked about them all. Although I am not a class teacher, I know that only when children recognize you and like you will they study harder. The children in these two classes were also slapped by me with my pointer. XYL is a boy with good grades, but he is always too loose with himself. I remember, I asked her, "How many times did you say it would take to make the teacher's heart stop hurting?" She cried and said, "Teacher, you can call at will, call 50 or 100. Sorry. " Silly boy, it hurts every time I pick up the pointer.

Beating is kissing, scolding is love. I always say that. The children gradually understood. I also learned a lot from other teachers that I didn't have, and I began to feel really like a teacher. The result of the final senior high school entrance examination was so exciting that I was too excited to speak. Many children proudly said to me on QQ: "Look, teacher, I hit B!" "Teacher, I hit one!" Some of them are even children who usually fail. None of the 15 children who were tutored at noon had any language problems. YSH's language has always been dangerous. I caught him escaping from the Internet during evening self-study. The child later said to me: "Teacher, I have fulfilled my promise and I have been admitted!" " It turns out that being a teacher is really a happy thing.

then

Later, I experienced a lot of things, and the most sorry thing was the children in the fourth grade class. In just one semester, I resigned and went to Wuhan. Up to now, my parents and children will still send me messages, asking me to come back and see them and let me go to her house. I still remember that I came last in the mid-term Chinese exam, and my parents sent me a voice. I heard her sobbing and she comforted me. Don't be sad. I had mixed feelings. I taught my children poor grades, and my parents comforted me in turn, fearing that I would be attacked by other parents. In fact, I received many thank-you messages, and I was ashamed. Although there is a lot of work in a small team and a science is taught, this cannot be the reason for the decline of children's language. I take my composition home every day and collect pronunciation homework in the group every week. I use any time I can to prepare lessons. I didn't miss my science class. Maybe I didn't give my children good grades, but I taught them the ideas of composition and reading, and I sorted out my ideas. I hope every child will get good grades, be healthy and happy, and have his own independent thinking.

Finally, I came to see my husband. It's a long journey. We got the certificate and are finally ready to hold the long-awaited wedding. Finally, I am no longer a child, and I will not be told that my efforts and achievements have nothing to do with me. A long time ago, I felt that no matter how well I did, others would not recognize me. They will only think that I am my father's daughter, and everything I do is natural. If I do well, that's the relationship. If I don't do well, my dad will be discussed or even spurned by others. I have a huge mental burden, and my life has always been worthless and meaningless. But I'm out now. In this city where I stayed a few years ago, in this city with no safe haven, I can realize my value. I live for myself here.

Later, I left school and began to explore my own teaching mode. More and more, I find that exam-taking and thinking teaching can be combined into one, and the class can be large in capacity, but it can be effectively absorbed and interesting. I find more and more that as long as you are a teacher who gives your heart to your children, whether you are in a public school or a private enterprise, you will get the respect you deserve. I suddenly remembered the reason why I became a teacher. Before the parent-teacher conference, I repeatedly asked myself, "Why do you teach?" I asked three times, and I was relieved and thought it over.

No matter where I am, I position myself as a people's teacher. Perhaps this word is not accurate, because there is a charge here, which is no longer selfless dedication, but as long as there is faith and a heart that hopes children can grow up, where can there be teaching or not? Which child doesn't want to be honest with his teacher? Which parent will not respect a serious and responsible teacher? I once laughed at my husband. He once solemnly told me that he wanted to be a scientist and make contributions to society. He always criticizes the original me and has no lofty aspirations. An adult, incredibly still have such an ideal? Dude, shouldn't he just live to survive? I laughed more than once, but I also know that it is not that he is wrong, that I am wrong, or that we are wrong.

Maybe I can't change anything by myself, but even if I can only influence one child and one parent, they can also influence the next child and one parent. I once heard it from a famous teacher from all over the country. He spoke very well, but in the end he said, "My class at school often comes at the bottom of the exam." I don't know how this famous teacher said this sentence. Although it is in a joking tone, it is definitely helpless to this eager society and this education system. But there will still be many parents who send their children to his class, and it will not change. He is a famous teacher. His class let me see children's thoughts flying, children's compositions vivid and thoughtful, and children's eyes shining in class. I think of a Chinese teacher in high school. His Chinese lessons often count down, but his thoughts inspired us and made us really a thoughtful person.

Later, I found that first learn to be a man, and then talk about learning. Only one child gets enough care, which includes encouragement, abuse and companionship. Only one child is interested in learning, loves this teacher, trusts this teacher, can pour out his heart to his parents, has good habits for himself, and becomes a complete and thoughtful person, not a machine for taking exams. What are you worried about? How can he get bad grades? How can he not adapt to society? How could he be unhappy? What is the original intention of our education?

I am not an excellent teacher. I still have a long way to go on the road of teaching. I'm not in a hurry to be an excellent teacher. I just want to be a teacher who can provide positive energy. The definition of Excellence is very broad and needs to be explored constantly, but it is easy to be an active and responsible teacher. If you dare to do it, you can do it well.

Now I won't prepare lessons so late. I will enjoy my life and arrange my own life, and I won't let my children and parents worry about me again. Thank you for holding so many parent-teacher conferences. While teaching my parents, I am more determined, and the significance of my teaching. In exchange for sincerity, the children's real class time adds up to 12 hours, but we are very happy, which is enough. I am not a noble person. I teach to survive, but there will be a fire in my heart. I hope this fire will never go out.

Postscript:

I'm not in good health recently. I have considered leaving my teaching post for some time, and I am still struggling psychologically. I always wanted to spend more time with my children. Get well as soon as possible and continue this career. There may be no reason in this world. It is so natural to do one thing and be good to a person. I want to encourage my friends on the road of education. Even if there are bad people who are full of malice towards the teaching profession, we can still be ourselves.

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