The moon waxes and wanes and people part, but the true love is in the parting time.
As a people's teacher, the most fulfilling time for me is when I am separated from my students.
"Teacher, don't leave, we can't live without you, you can't ignore us!" More than 100 students in two classes cried.
This is what happened when I went back to collect my salary after being resigned from a school.
Not long after graduation at that time, I worked hard, achieved outstanding results, and my teaching ability exceeded that of the vice principal of the same subject. "The first shot kills the first bird", so he became the victim of the struggle between leaders.
When I went back to get my salary, I deliberately chose the class time, not wanting to affect the students' emotions. As a result, after the students finished class, I didn't leave because the procedures hadn't been completed yet. When a student found out, he quickly told all his classmates. At this time, all the girls crowded in front of me and surrounded me. The boys crowded outside the girls. They all asked me with tears in their eyes, "Why don't you teach us anymore? We don't like the current teacher. Teacher, please come back!"
All I can do is comfort them and ask them to cooperate well. The job of a new teacher is to focus on the future. The students all burst into tears and cried in their arms. The school bell rang for a long time, and I had to coax and force them to go back to the classroom.
By chance, the school changed hands two years later. The classes I taught had already had five or six English teachers, but the students were not satisfied. So the new leader asked me to go back and continue teaching the original class. I missed my students and even though I was busy, I was happy to go.
In the following year, our teachers and students worked hard together. In the college entrance examination, the children did their best to achieve ideal results. When we finally parted, the children rushed to take photos with me. In the end, everyone burst into tears again. Even the most naughty boy in the class cried and told me that he couldn't bear to say goodbye. This is a treatment that even their head teacher cannot enjoy! At that moment, I felt very accomplished.
I am Vanilla Pearl,
We walk together in psychological growth.
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