Can anyone help write an essay on the topic of my story with my teacher

The story of me and the teacher In the early autumn of 04, my mother moved me and sent my little hand to a teacher with long hair and glasses, and the teacher smiled and moved my little hand to talk to me, I understood, his surname was Fang, and he was my homeroom teacher. When I first went to school, I was more introverted and didn't like to talk, and I didn't dare to raise my hand to ask questions, even if I had to say it, my voice was like a mosquito whispering, and I was anxious and helpless. After class, it was Teacher Fang who took my little hand and told me:

Good boy, speaking out loud is a sign of bravery, you are a brave child, you can do it! "It's class, the teacher looked at me with expectant eyes, I lowered my head, and quietly raised my eyelids, the teacher smiled at me and nodded gently, I seemed to feel a force in my body, and involuntarily raised my little hand, "Liu Jiang Yuhan, please." I was shocked, stood up and said the answer timidly.

How correct! Louder so we can hear it better! The teacher gave me a thumbs up and smiled to encourage me.

I mustered up the courage to repeat the answer out loud again. "How loud and beautiful Yuhan's voice is, it's amazing! As soon as Teacher Fang's words fell, the classroom immediately remembered thunderous applause.

I laughed, and I laughed a little like tears. After school, the teacher told my mother the good news that my question was accurate and loud, and asked her to reward me. In front of my mother, I hooked up with Mr. Fang and promised to ask questions loudly in the future.

She encouraged me again and again. Teacher Fang took our little hands and took us to the second grade. In my eyes, Teacher Fang is both a strict teacher and a loving mother; She not only **** the learning situation, but also cares about our physical health.

I remember one time, when I had a stomachache and was lying on the table, the teacher came over and touched my forehead with concern and asked, "Yuhan, what's wrong?" The face is so bad?

Knowing that I had a stomachache, she first helped me rub my stomach, and then asked the children to help me bring me warm water for me to drink, but my stomach still hurt, so the teacher quickly called ** to inform my mother. Soon my mom took me home. In the evening, Mr. Fang called ** to inquire about my condition and told me to rest well.

The next evening, Mr. Fang also bought fruit to visit me at my house, and took my little hand and told me not to rush to write my homework, and to help me make up for the homework when I got better. I really want to say, "Thank you, Mr. Fang.

But somehow, I was stupid, just laughing, and didn't say anything. Now that I am a third-grade student, Mr. Fang doesn't teach me anymore, but the little stories that happened between me and the teacher often jump into my mind and warm my heart. I love Mr. Fang!

Love and care for every teacher who cares about me! Heartfelt words: "Thank you, teachers! ”

My story with my teacher.

Mr. Wang is a teacher in our school, and he has won too many honors before teaching us, and he is an excellent class teacher, excellent lesson plan writing, and teaching expert, ......The best thing is that in a graduating class she taught, two of them were rated as "Little Famous Scholars in Nanjing". Such a teacher must be strict, otherwise why would her students be so good? When we heard that she was going to teach us, we furry children immediately felt a sense of awe and trembling.

Tall, big eyes, neat short hair, beautiful short shirts, humorous language, not as strict as imagined. And the neat and handsome board book strongly attracted me, admiration and a bit of blind worship.

At that time, I was in the fourth grade, and every time I wrote an essay, it would take me a lot of spare time, but fortunately, almost every time I commented on my essay, the teacher would read my essay as a model essay, at first I only cared about the beauty in my heart, and I didn't care about the teacher's comment at all, and when the teacher asked everyone to revise the essay, I only corrected a few typos. The composition was sent, and there was a line of beautiful small words below: The story of scrutiny**In ancient times, the master was still like this, what about us mortals???

In that composition class, Mr. Wang read a lot of students' essays, and I found that other students not only used appropriate words, but also were very distinctive. In the end, Mr. Wang read my composition again, and this time I heard it, and the teacher was revising while reading, and I loved my teacher.

My story with my teacher.

Xu Xiuchao, the "old man" in the first year of junior high school, is my favorite teacher since entering junior high school, he is not tall or short, not fat or thin, wearing a pair of gold wire glasses, and he is very eloquent.

He's my Head of Year and he has a lot to do every day, and even so, he doesn't miss a single class for us. At most, when there is an inspection at school, Mr. Xu will ask another teacher to teach for him. There are nine classes in one grade, and he is responsible for all the routine management, but Mr. Xu will not leave the students behind.

He was a good teacher with a great sense of responsibility.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, I didn't know the urgency of learning at all, and I had fun every day like a kindergarten child, and I didn't have a sense of crisis at all. I still remember the first lesson Mr. Xu gave us, that day, the sun was very good, I took the newly bought triangle board to play with the sun, the sunlight came in, and after reflection, it formed a bright dot on the roof. At that time, Mr. Xu explained an example problem, and I still remember that it was a line chart about **.

I was having a good time when he suddenly stopped and pointed out my name against the seating table: "Chen Shuang, you can answer this question." At this time, the eyes of the whole class were on me, and I was stunned for what to do, my face was already flushed, and I didn't know what to do.

At this point, my tablemate whispered the answer, and I repeated it out loud. Later, Mr. Xu casually ordered a few other students to answer, and they all answered fluently. Teacher Xu said to the classmate behind me:

Very good, please be seated. "I thought it was going to say to me, and sat down. Teacher Xu said angrily and funny

Hey—who told you to sit down? Forget it, just sit and sit. The class burst into laughter.

At that time, I knew that Mr. Xu was very good, and from then on, I listened carefully to every subject.

My hard work finally paid off again, I got a perfect score in math in the final exam, and Mr. Xu praised me in public.

Good things don't last long, in the first year of junior high school annual exams, my math performance was not ideal, in Mr. Xu's self-study class, I mustered up my courage, but still asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xu, have I dropped many times?" After saying that, I didn't dare to look the teacher in the eye.

He didn't say anything, but I could see the disappointment in his expression, and indeed, he was really disappointed, very disappointed ......

Now, Mr. Xu no longer teaches me, but he will always be my most admired and favorite teacher!