About My Teacher... My youth

Learning is your own business, if you give up your studies, you will fall into the trick of the class representative, you have to study hard, read more books, and tell the teacher with practical actions "You are the best" I believe in you!

As a teacher, he or she, of course, wants his or her students to be good.

This is what many teachers expect and care for their students.

You can try to be bold and ask her to sit down and talk, and I think, as a teacher, you should agree, and at the same time, you will agree.

If she shows favoritism or other phenomena, the most important thing is that if she shows signs of non-committal to you, then you can apply for a transfer.

Because, she is no longer a teacher worthy of your respect.

Of course, like srx888vip, that's right.

If you care, you can still ask a teacher to be your tutor, but if you have a dislike for her, forget it, because learning this thing, sometimes you have to have a sense of interest, interest, like a talent, it can give you anything.

Life is like a general in a chess game, what should be abandoned, or to give up, to preserve their own life, is the most important thing, if you want to learn well, you have to work hard, no matter how good the teacher is, it is just counseling.

A teacher should be able to respect their students, you can try to talk to the class teacher, talk about what you think, the class teacher should be able to do the work, and at the same time you yourself should also calm the knots in your heart, the key to solving this problem is that you and your teacher can really understand each other, and you can take the initiative to solve it more smoothly. If you can't say it, you can write a note. Note that you're here to solve problems, not to get angry.

Ask an English teacher to be your tutor.

Or change classes.

Don't run away, be calm.

The more evasive. The more cranky.

When the wind of the years shakes the branches of life, the days fall like autumn leaves, spread all over the ground, joy or sorrow is trampled under the feet, condensed into eternity, and the course of youth sways into a string of wind chimes in the wind of the years. Looking back suddenly, how beautiful and bitter it is has become the scenery in my memory.

Walking around the campus, the flaws, the free and easy, are intoxicating. When you are suffering from the passage of time, when you are cheering for your achievements, except that you have been or have been. Take out the report book, page by page, one after another, like the fallen leaves of late autumn, accumulating a thick layer under your feet.

Pick up a piece, it is the glory of the past. Picking up a piece is the pain of the past. But what piece of art is there that clearly illustrates what we have now?

Yes, success is exciting, but also unforgettable, obsessed with yesterday's achievements, like hanging a dusty medal on the chest, that is not free, that is not glory, not even pride, that is an invisible rope.

Picking up a piece is the melancholy of the past, and picking up a piece is a song of rising up. But which one can withstand the fierce wind and frost of the high branches?

Wandering in the corridors of the campus, looking at the unfamiliar and smiling faces, my heart was filled with joy. Oh, the flowers of the campus are blooming again, one by one, red as fire, white as jade. Walking through the flower bed, the fragrance is intoxicating, coming to the white magnolia tree, opening a book of poems with aroma, picking up a green leaf and sandwiching it in the book, Fang found that he had spent another spring and autumn in vain.

So, I went to dream. Pushing open a shy door, the sorrow under the window poured out for thousands of miles, and the unharvested persistence was also a beautiful scenery, silently blessed in the heart of youth, for yourself, but not all for yourself. Pack up your luggage, keep a fertile ground for your original promise, and walk with tears on the edge of your eyes.

It used to be beautiful, but you must not carry too much and too much weight, otherwise it will be difficult, and you must not let the eyes of the distant jump be blocked. What should be loaded is like a bag, and what should be abandoned is abandoned on the side of the road, easy and free, and then on the journey.