Do you have a teacher who feels ashamed?

The teacher I think I'm ashamed of is my high school homeroom teacher, who is tall, strong, and playful, but a strict and scolding teacher at critical times.

He was in his 50s when he was in school and had been a teacher for many years. Every time I take chemistry class, I can't listen to him, and now I feel very ashamed of him.

I feel so ashamed of my teacher, I feel sorry for a teacher, I disagreed with her before graduation, and now I think about it, she is the best for me.

When I was a freshman in high school, although I was naughty and mischievous, skipped countless classes, asked for countless leave, and always caused trouble, our homeroom teacher was still very optimistic about me, he thought I was very smart, and I could get the same grades as others with less effort than others, and he didn't ask much for me, just study. When I grew up, I felt very ashamed of him.

The moment the college entrance examination results came down, I was confused, I thought I could get a good score, it seems that I just thought, the fact is that I only took three books. At that moment, I really felt ashamed of our teacher and his cultivation of me.

I knew that the best reward for my class teacher was my grades, and I was ashamed of my low score.

I was very ashamed of my junior high school teacher, who took good care of me when I was in school, but we often gave him nicknames.

I have always been very ashamed of the homeroom teacher in the first year of junior high school. The head teacher of the first year of junior high school is not an experienced old teacher, she is very young, and she is especially aware of the mental activities of our young people. Because she is a psychology teacher at our school.

Now that I think about it, I'm still quite sorry for the junior high school homeroom teacher, if it's not a holiday for nearly 4 months, I go to his office to study every day at noon, I can't take a nap, and he doesn't have a rest. He gave me his heart and soul and I let him down.

Looking back now, every moment when I didn't study well was a shame for my teacher. I'm most sorry for my chemistry teacher in junior high school.

When you work hard to teach your child for most of the day, but find that he is sleepwalking at all, and he doesn't listen to anything, and suddenly remember that he used to waste the teacher's hard teaching when he was a child, and was carried to the side of the podium by the angry teacher to stand down, and he didn't know that he had made the teacher angry, and he really felt ashamed of the teacher.

When we were students, we definitely didn't like to learn much, especially when we were in elementary school, although there were some students who had very good academic performance, but I believe that many children didn't like to learn, at least they didn't take the initiative to learn.

I was a kid who didn't like to study. And in the process of studying, I still started to hate my teacher. The main reason is that when we were young, we didn't know how much effort the teacher put into managing us and educating us.

Sometimes I have to scold the teacher in my heart, because when I was a child, I liked to play, I was active, and sometimes I had to fight with my classmates, and I was criticized by the teacher when I saw it, and I was very aggrieved in my heart, thinking that the teacher was unreasonable, and then I grew up and became sensible, and found that the teacher was still very good to us, and sometimes criticized us for safety reasons, and it was about us, and gradually I understood that the teacher was selfless for our hard work and energy. So sometimes my academic performance is not good, or I do something wrong and make a problem for the teacher, and I think about it, I am really sorry for the teacher, and at that moment I feel that I really failed the teacher.

I was very fortunate to meet some very good and ethical teachers in high school, and they took good care of me. Because of this, whenever I feel that I am not as good as I expected, I feel very guilty and deeply disappointed by their teachings. It is precisely because of the guilt that I have never visited them again, and I am afraid that they will be disappointed, which has also become another point of guilt.

But when it comes to that moment, it was probably when I was in high school, like a little farce, and it was also a little joy in my heart: at that time, the dormitory was on the sixth floor, and I needed to get a card to withdraw money temporarily. At that time, I was lazy, and I didn't want to climb the stairs, so I asked my roommate to throw it down, and the wind blew lightly and fell to the roof of another building next door, which was a little lower.

The roof of the building cannot be directly passed, and can only be climbed through the bridge of the next building, and the height of the third floor is ......Now that I think about it, I was really ignorant and paranoid at that time, so I had to take it down, and I told the head teacher at that time that I had told a very stupid lie, and I didn't admit that the source of the matter was because I was too lazy. Seeing me pretending to be innocent in a hurry, the teacher didn't see through it, so he immediately went to the logistics and carried a super large wooden ladder to the scene of the crime. Halfway through, he refused my request to carry it with him out of shame, and coldly told me to stay away so as not to be beaten.

He's just that kind of person, so serious, so cool that he can't be gentle. Until now, three or four years later, I still clearly remember what it was like when I went: when he carried a long ladder, passed by the teaching building, walked through the Wutong Road, walked through the small flower platform, and I followed him from a distance to show off his ......mightAfter arriving at the scene of the crime, I tried my best to climb over to pick up the card, but he didn't make a sound and built the "bridge" and shook off the sentence "This ** is the job that girls should do" and climbed up, and the suspended three-story building was ...... highI could only hold on to the ladder with all my might, feeling so guilty that I could not do it, putting him in danger for me, and putting him in danger for me to lie to him......