I am a composition teacher in grade six.

I am a teacher. Have you ever been a little teacher? I used to be a little teacher. What's it like to be a little teacher? Please read on.

On the Friday morning of the third phase, the teacher called me, Huang and Wei Xiangyuan to the office and said, "Today, you can come to the third phase of society in turn, ok?" "We?" The three of me were stunned by this sudden "errand" and couldn't help shouting in unison. At this moment, I thought: Oh, no, I have never been a teacher, and I have no experience as a teacher. What can I do? I secretly narrowed my eyes and looked at the pillar of my class-Huang, this guy didn't make any noise-his lips were closed; You see Wei Xiangyuan has a beard-I'm so anxious that I don't know what to do. Seeing that we were silent, Mr. Yao told us the matters needing attention in class in detail.

It's time for class. First, Mr. Huang has a class. I saw that he spoke very quickly, and seemed to deliberately let himself finish the task quickly. It's almost there. I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. What should I do? It seems that my thinking in class is still unclear. One thousand ... Suddenly, Huang said, it's your turn! I hurriedly picked up my textbook and rushed to the podium, thinking, "What should I do?" ? What shall we do? ",unconsciously, has reached the podium. I looked up, my god, all the students under the podium were looking at me! I looked down, my face suddenly became irritable, and my mind went blank. Just when I was at a loss, there was warm applause in the classroom immediately, followed by warm applause. It turns out that Mr. Yao didn't know when he came and was cheering for me with his classmates. I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and said loudly, "Students, do you know who is the famous imperial doctor in China history?" "Hua tuo!" The students answered in unison. I nodded with satisfaction and then said, "Hua Tuo, he has made great contributions to the medical cause of our country. He invented a medicine called Ma Feisan, which made patients lose consciousness after drinking Ma Feisan's wine, which can alleviate the pain caused by surgery ... "The students sat up straight and their eyes were wide open, for fear of missing any knowledge points. They listened carefully. The more I talk, the more energetic I am. I even told all the knowledge about Hua Tuo accumulated in my mind every day. Looking at the admiring eyes of my classmates, I announced loudly: "My class is over, thank you." The students froze for a moment, and then there was another round of warm applause in the classroom ... I walked off the platform happily.

When I got back to my seat, I found that my back clothes were soaked and my legs were sour and numb. At this time, I suddenly realized that Mr. Yao asked us to come to class to let us experience the teacher's hard work. Ha! The teacher is too clever. I am very happy and grateful to my teacher.

I am a teacher in grade six. Wan Li clear sky outside the window, a few sparse white clouds silently changed their appearance. The sun is warm, sheltering the earth with its warmth, and the breeze is blowing slowly, brushing the lush vegetation. At the moment, in the classroom, I am sitting under the stage and listening. What if one day it's my turn to solve the problem on the stage?

Textbooks and the courses in textbooks are of course important, but if students only study in this way, isn't it a bit narrow? I am willing to show them the world beyond black and white, so I will start with the word "contentment". In this society where the gap between the rich and the poor is widening gradually, the descendants of the rich often live in endless enjoyment, derive endless and strong desires, complain about others when they are not satisfied, and what's more, growl at their parents, the providers of materials. As we all know, in the same land, the same writing reference and even the same community, people who are really short of materials are determined to live.

I will use that day to accompany these children to visit the nearby community and tell them that our environment is good. When we passed the community park, we made it clear to them that we can have a public space surrounded by gardens and engage in all kinds of leisure activities. We have more resources than many people in the world who live in slums and have to endure crowds and clutter all day. When you walk past the community hospital, let them know that we have a place that provides medical services to help people cure various diseases. Compared with some backward areas, people who are devastated by diseases without these resources can say how happy we are.

By re-examining everything around them, let students know that their situation is so beautiful, and then learn to be content with what they have and stop asking for it. This is the most gratifying thing for me at the end of the day.

If I become a teacher for a day, I will try my best to bring students more understanding of life; If I become a teacher for a day, I am willing to give everything to teach students more academic knowledge; If I work as a teacher for a day, I will make the work report leave the deepest impression on this day, in the students' minds and in my own mind.

I am a teacher. People say that a mother is a child's first and lifelong teacher. It's true. I grew up under my mother's strict education as long as I can remember.

"What time is it? Stop practicing the piano! " "Stop playing with the computer, the piano hasn't finished yet!" ..... I had three years of "piano history" under the pressure of strict training and wordy mother, and every day seemed like a year. But gradually I found the piano full of attraction. As soon as I played it, I threw myself into it, as if I were immersed in the ocean of music.

My mother told me that she had a piano dream since she was a child, and dreamed of jumping with her fingers in the black and white keys one day. In order to fulfill my mother's piano dream, I became my mother's teacher at her request.

After class, my mother sat on the piano bench and kept playing the piano, like a naughty child, full of curiosity about everything in the world. I imitated the teacher's appearance, pretended to cough twice, and then solemnly announced: "Now, start class!" " "I cleared my throat and began to teach my mother key gestures. And mother is like a good student, at my mercy. I tried to "change" my mother's hand into an egg shape, but my mother's hand didn't seem to listen to me and never reached my ideal standard. I finally adjusted my mother's gesture of playing the piano to an oval shape. Although it is only the action on my fingers, the sweat has left a "footprint" on me.

I taught my mother to know notes, and my mother was always arrogant. I was so angry. I taught my mother to try to play notes. My mother's fingers are stiff and clumsy. My thumb is playing the piano, and my little finger is tilted up, like sitting on a seesaw, which makes my head swell. ...

At this moment, I was so tired that I finally realized the teacher's hard work and regretted that I often spoke ill of the teacher behind his back.

On this day, I became a piano teacher and realized the teacher's hard work. I also know that I will be a good student in the future, so that teachers can worry less and learn more knowledge to repay the conscientious teachers!

As usual, I came to school early. As soon as I entered the school gate, I met the teacher "Liu Ziwei and Wang Jiarui, you two are little teachers today. Go and organize your classmates to study."

I can't help but speed up the pace: will the students be conscious? Will the classroom be a mess? Thinking of this, I quickened my pace and finally ran to the classroom.

Ah, there is a loud sound of reading in the classroom. It seems that the students are quite conscious, and I am also considering entering the classroom. I saw Guo Yanling already standing on the platform, leading everyone to read early.

The teacher waved us to the podium, and we both took the books to the podium. After our division of labor, I went off the stage to inspect.

But somehow, my heart is pounding like a deer.

"Whispering in the birch forest" is a very discordant voice. I walked up to the classmate and tried to keep my voice down: "Li Yiming, will you study hard?" "I won't!" "Then I will remember your name!" I threatened him in the hope of success. "I didn't, you have the ability to remember!" He looked at me defiantly. "Dadada" I wrote his name in the column of criticism, and then stood straight and ignored him.

"how about it? Do you know my ability? " I looked at him proudly, but he didn't buy my account at all and still went his own way.

I vaguely felt a numb and burning thing coming up slowly, but I couldn't stop it. I had to lose my temper and my face gradually burned to my ears. My feet and hands trembled involuntarily, as if all the organs were out of control, and my brain was like a pot of paste, which was a mess.

Gee, his voice seems to have suddenly dropped. Maybe he didn't want to commit suicide when he saw that I ignored him! Hey, I had a brainwave, so I can play together.

I resolutely stood on the podium, erased his name and said to him, "You are doing very well now and don't need to be criticized." Hey, I didn't expect this trick to really work. He really restrained himself.

Today, I feel a little nervous as a little teacher, because I have never taught others, and I have never criticized or praised others like a teacher. I am even more afraid of making a fool of myself and being laughed at by others. But my classmates are very friendly and obedient to me. When I walk around the classroom, I really feel like a little teacher. I think, if I want to be a good teacher, I must respect every classmate with my heart, and I will be convinced.

I am a teacher. Today's third class is attended by children from Class 6 (2) and Class 1 (2). In these 40 minutes, I became a little teacher once, teaching first-grade children to hang red scarves.

The most unforgettable thing in this class is hanging a red scarf. When the host said, "Please ask the big brothers and sisters in the sixth grade to hang red scarves for the little brothers and sisters in the first grade", I turned my head and gently untied the red scarf from my neck and put it on my chest. I held the two ends of the red scarf in both hands, and my voice trembled slightly with excitement: "First turn up the neckline, put the red scarf on my chest, fold it inward two or three times, and then put it on my shoulder." I put the red scarf on my little brother's shoulder, and while reading the formula, I skillfully did every movement. Although there are only a few short steps, I have been doing it for a long time, and my palms are slightly sweaty and feel a little wet. "Will it be a draw?" I asked my little brother. He looked at me blankly and shook his head. So, I repeated it over and over again, and he finally learned a little. Then, it was his turn to hang a red scarf for himself. I stared at him intently, pointing out which step was missed, which step was overdone and which step was wrong, and I asked him to correct it one by one.

Finally, it was his turn to hang a red scarf for me. I saw him trembling and folding the red scarf on his chest, his arms trembling slightly, carefully putting the red scarf on my shoulder, and his big eyes showed meticulous expression. Looking at his serious face, I couldn't help but chuckle and think of myself: I was so serious, so serious and so excited when I hung a red scarf for a big brother. "Sister, fasten it." The immature voice of the little boy brought me back to reality from the world of memories. Looking at the fine sweat on the little boy's forehead and the red scarf on his chest, I was filled with unspeakable joy. I smiled, rubbed the little boy's hair, and said with a smile, "Hang up and continue to refuel!" " "Then I carefully instructed him to rearrange the red scarf.

After that, we teach children to respect the team and call sign, just like a real little teacher. At the end, we also presented bookmarks containing our blessings. In the music of flag-dropping, we said goodbye and went back to the classroom. ...

I worked as a little teacher once today. In the classroom, the wonderful performance of the first-grade children showed me that the light of the star torch is still so dazzling, and the torch of hope is still passing, exuding vitality!

I am a teacher. As long as I can remember, teachers in kindergartens or primary schools have taught me to learn knowledge and all kinds of games. Therefore, the profession of teacher is very beautiful to me. I have always wanted to be a teacher. Just last Sunday, I got my wish!

On Sunday morning, Menstruation came to my house to play with her naughty sister. Just for fun, you don't appreciate it. You have to play something interesting. What a "unruly princess"! With my sister's "voice of nature", I finally have a good concern! As a result, I smiled and said to my sister, "Little sister is the cutest, so don't cry. Shall we play the game of' teacher-student love'? " After patiently explaining the rules to her, she suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny and readily agreed.

The first section: Chinese!

"Hum, hum" I took the lensless glasses borrowed from my sister to the podium (actually my crib) and said to my little sister, "Hello, classmates!" Seeing that no one answered below, I quickly whispered to her: "You cooperate and give the teacher a face!" She nodded and tried again. Not bad this time. She immediately replied: "Hello, teacher!" "Say that finish couldn't help laughing a few times. She still knows a lot in this difficult language.

Part II: Art.

With previous experience, I left her alone and gave her a blank sheet of paper to let my little sister play freely. After a while, he handed in his homework triumphantly. I took my little sister's homework and stayed! A blank sheet of paper! When I handed it back to me intact, I asked angrily, "What did you draw? Be serious! " She explained to me unhurriedly: "This is a picture of a mouse, a snake and an eagle! But the mouse was eaten by the snake, the snake was taken away by the eagle, and the eagle flew away! " Really speechless!

In this way, the happy morning passed, which made me understand that it is not easy to do anything, and the teacher is really too hard.

I am a teacher. This morning, I came home after learning Latin dance. After sitting for a while, my mother was anxious for me to stand up and perform. I am very reluctant. My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "How can I learn optics well if I don't practice?" I must practice! My mother watched me practice with relish and methodically, and jumped up behind me. After I found out, I deliberately slowed down. Say, "Mom, I'll be your teacher and teach you two tricks, okay?" "good! Good! " Mom said happily.

So, I learned to dance teacher, step by step demonstration, while counting:

"One, two, one, two, three ..." Mom also practiced very solemnly. I corrected her irregular movements, then took my mother's hand and danced the whole dance face to face. ...

Under my careful teaching, my mother finally learned today's "homework". He praised happily: "This little teacher is good!" Then, my "coach" ordered: "Now mom and dad dance together, you should be serious and see who dances best!" They had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed, and they jumped up. I am guiding, and my heart is sweeter than eating honey. ...

Mother said, "The rain is getting cold. We should study hard every time in the future and come back as our teacher!" " "I smiled alacrity. It's good to be a "teacher": yes, no matter what you do, you should be serious, and you will reap what you sow!

I am a teacher. In the second self-study class this afternoon, the math teacher asked me to go to the office to help my classmates correct their homework.

As soon as I entered the door, Feng asked me, "What is the difference between three-fifths divided by eight and eight divided by three-fifths?" I told her: "Different meanings, the same calculation method." She was afraid that she couldn't remember the answer after listening, so she quickly took notes. Hu Shizhe asked me how to calculate it easily. I explained to him step by step: "First turn the divisor into a reciprocal, then turn the divisor into a multiplication sign, and then use …" Hu Shizhe interrupted me impatiently: "Ok, stop nagging, I already know."

At this time, Wen Jialong asked me another application question. I asked him to find the company'1'.

He bit the pen for a while and said to me, "I don't know the unit'1'. Find out the number of story books by division. There are 300 story books in a book. " I laughed after listening to it.

At this time, the teacher moved a stool and said to me, "Teachers should be respected." I haven't sat down. Hu Shizhe's newspaper has been revised. Let me change it. It took me five minutes to fix it. Alas, there is a problem. He looked at the wrong question and laughed himself. I told him another question, but he rolled his eyes at me, as if to say, "You are so verbose that you are more annoying than the teacher." Looking at his supercilious look, I was a little angry.

I have only been a teacher for one class. Although there are several students, I am very tired. Teachers do this every day, with more than 50 students. Isn't that more tiring? I must work hard to make the teacher less tired.

I am the representative of class 3 (6) math class. Teacher Zhang gave me a "little teacher" task: let me recommend a good math book to everyone in class on Friday and tell an interesting story to the students.

After school, I immediately told my parents the news, and I began to prepare. My parents have been encouraging me and helping me. I first chose a math book that I thought was good-Where is Mathematics. I chose a story that I like in this book. Then I watched it three or five times by myself, and asked my parents if I didn't understand it. I also invited my parents to come over and let them pretend to be my students and listen to me again. Finally, my parents pointed out what I said badly. The next day, on my way to school, my father reminded me what I needed to pay attention to. I think I have a thoughtful plan for this course.

It's time for class. Although I'm fully prepared, I'm still a little nervous. In the warm applause of my classmates, I got up the courage to go to the podium and speak loudly. After I finished, I asked you a question to see if the students listened carefully to me. Everyone scrambled to raise their hands for fear of not having a chance to answer my question. Finally, chandy answered a question correctly. I gave her a prize: frozen baby seals.

It is not easy to be a "little teacher" to your classmates! Not only have skills, but also prepare lessons carefully, speak humorously and let the students stare at me!

I am a teacher. In the writing class this afternoon, I was responsible for correcting the writing posture of those students. I was nervous and excited when I was a primary school teacher.

First of all, I asked my classmates to write a line in their exercise books. When I looked at it carefully, I kept their wrong posture in mind. After a while, I asked them to put down their pens and said with a smile, "When writing, pay attention: keep your eyes one foot away from the book, punch your chest away from the table, and keep your hands one inch away from the pen tip." In addition, head up, chest out, shoulders flat, feet together. In this way, not only can our bones develop healthily, but also we can read and write more correctly and beautifully. Zhang Weijing's posture is relatively standard. It would be better if he held his head high. Some students bend over when writing, their eyes are almost on the book, their chests are eager to squeeze into the table, and their feet keep shaking. You can't do this, or it will be difficult to install a telescope on the bridge of your nose.

The students couldn't help laughing. Then, I talked about some essentials that need to be mastered, and then let everyone practice again. Other students did it accurately, but Li Yaqi's body was still stuck on the table! I sat patiently, taught him and demonstrated, but it didn't help. I said half jokingly, "It seems that my fist is too small. No wonder I always feel that you are doing something wrong! " Li Yaqi after hearing this, first one leng, before long, then understand, she hurriedly pretty pretty body, put his hand into a fist ok on the table, this just serious to write. I nodded with satisfaction and smiled. Finally, I added: "Students, the correct posture must be persistent. You can't fish for three days and dry the net for two days, otherwise it won't work. "

In the past, I always thought it was easy to be a teacher. Today, I deeply realized the hardship of being a teacher.