Respect for Teachers and Education Speech 15, Respect for Teachers and Education Speech

Respect the teacher. It's an information technology class again, and it's boring.

The students sat in this spacious and bright computer room, either deserting or sleeping. Who would bother to listen to that monk chanting? But he is really a dumb monk, no matter how presumptuous we are, he ignores it and continues to recite his scriptures.

So, the classmates added fuel to the fire, laughing and laughing, painting villains, snoring, and no one took the teacher seriously. There was so much nagging, and it only took three seconds to be quiet, and the students continued to be presumptuous again.

Well, I think these are basic computer knowledge.,I'll do it anyway.,And there's no exam for this course.,So I'm not interested in listening to it.。。 In order to be able to kill time, but I didn't dare to think that some students were "above board", I had to hold a comic book in my textbook. A few of my pig friends are no exception, some write about their own exercises, and some "use the opportunity" to review.

The class was lively, "What a lively city!" "But I just don't dare to devote myself to the comics, in case I am criticized by the teacher, it will not be good, after all, I have a face in the class. I still want to look like a snake-headed rat, whether I can scan the situation and be safe, so I dare to continue to watch.

When I glanced at it again, my heart "chuckled". I took off my glasses, squeezed my eyes, wiped the lenses and put them back on, and yes – it was really a teacher's tear! I saw that he was very helpless:

It's not shouting, it's not crying, it's so angry that you can't vent it. It's really pitiful for him, neither the majesty of the head teacher, nor the humor of an English teacher, nor the vitality of a physical education teacher, who called him like a fool, only chanting scriptures? There is also the "monkey child" who educates us.

Hard work! The dignified man actually shed tears, although the tears were only a little bit in the corner of his eye, and despite how determined his expression was, I did see it.

And looking at the classmates, they are still making a lot of noise.

When I saw those tears, I felt bad. I felt sorry that when I came, the teacher worked hard to give us a lecture, and my mouth was dry. And we sat comfortably and deserted.

I feel sorry for my parents, who paid for us to go to school with the money they sweated for, and we didn't pay attention to the classes. I'm even more sorry for myself, in the future, what will I use to create the future?

When I think of what happened just now, I really feel ashamed that I didn't even listen to the class, but read those comics. What's the use of seeing**? Is it a lot of fun to watch?

Can watching ** enrich my knowledge? I really feel like I'm stupid, stupid. I packed up, took out my textbook and ballpoint pen, did it properly, and listened attentively.

It's class, and let's be honest: "It's class." He looked at me with an unknown expression. I know he's relieved because I'm listening to his lecture carefully. At the same time, I bowed sincerely.

In the future, no matter what the class is, I will devote myself wholeheartedly to the class. Maybe we don't think it's a big deal. However, for the teacher, it is a kind of respect!