How to write my teacher essay

In weekday study, work and life, when it comes to essay writing, we must not be unfamiliar with it, essay writing can be divided into elementary school essays, secondary school essays, college essays (papers). Still at a loss for essays? Here is my collection of my teacher essays (Selected 11) for you, welcome to read and collect. My Teacher Essay 1 We have a female teacher named Guo Xiaoyan, who is my class teacher and language teacher. We sometimes call her "Ms. Xiaoyan". Ms. Guo is very young and has just graduated from university. She has long hair, is thin, has white skin, and wears black-framed glasses. She was very gentle with us and never got angry. Once, although the bell had rung, the students were still talking, everyone's mouth was moving, and some of them were even walking around without returning to their seats, and two naughty boys were still chasing and playing. Mr. Guo looked kindly at our little group of naughty boys, not in a hurry or annoyed, and said, "Class has now begun, please sit down at once! I'll award a colorful star to whoever sits up first!" The students heard this and all scrambled back to their seats, and the classroom was quiet all of a sudden. There were a few students in our class who were not serious about their studies, their books were dirty and torn, and when they turned them over, the homework inside was done in a mess, the words were crooked and jumped up and down, and they didn't even have any punctuation marks. The final exam results came out, the average score of our class is very poor, far below the average grade, several students also failed the exam. Mr. Guo didn't get angry, but patiently gave those students remedial lessons, explaining what they didn't understand clearly, and also giving them questions to practice. After a period of time, those students finally made progress. Ms. Guo is really a gentle teacher, I like her very much. My Teacher Essay 2 This semester we have a new teacher, he is Mr. Tong. On the first day of school, as soon as he entered the classroom, I took a look at him, he was one meter seven, with a big nose, small eyes, and a pair of myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose. Once he smiled, two dimples appeared on the side of his mouth, giving people a kind and friendly feeling. He spoke funny humor, full of "for the teacher ...... for the teacher ......" seems to have become his mantra. Once, a student in class a tired, standing in the "thousands of miles away" of the child teacher with his pair of "radar eyes" a locked target, rushed over. We thought there was a good show to watch, but unexpectedly, the teacher smiled slightly and said: "This student, the teacher is so excited, but you can do a thousand years of immobility, steady as a mountain, really rare ah! "Pfft," this just fell, laughing over the whole room. Mr. Tong is also very mysterious, every time the classroom music just rang "by then can have you in ......," along with the music, Mr. Tong's rhythmic footsteps will fall into everyone's ears. However, when the bell rang, he immediately threw out a sentence: "Students, class dismissed!" Then no matter what, he couldn't wait to rush out the door. Strange, is he going to the restroom? But I haven't seen him in the restroom either! Track it, the next class to change the classroom test, by the time the classroom test is changed, the teacher will be long gone. This Mr. Tong, he's quite mysterious! That's my new teacher. Do you like him? My teacher essay 3 There are many people compare the teacher as a hard-working gardener bathing us, a candle lit up their own light to illuminate others. But I think the teacher as a vast ocean of knowledge, let us swim in this sea of knowledge, so that we know a lot of knowledge. My favorite teacher--Ma Yan teacher. I remember when my mom took me by the hand to enroll, I would always think, if I disobeyed the teacher will not beat me scold me. But since I met you I know what love and kindness are. You taught us knowledge every day, so that we know how to treat people with courtesy and be a good civilized student. Teacher, do you still remember? When we came back from our last hike, there was a rainstorm. Many people were so scared that they cried, but you said to us loudly; "Boys take turns waving flags and shouting slogans." After our perseverance we finally made it to school. When coming to the class you saw that we were all in a soup and couldn't help crying. I couldn't tell whether it was sweat, rain or tears on your forehead. Whenever I can't answer a question, you always explain it to me patiently. You let me know what kind of position a teacher is, I was quite a teacher when I was small and thought that teachers were the easiest but I was wrong. Teacher is a great position, is a hard thing. Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle. We will say goodbye to you in the days when we are running away like flying. But I can't let go of you, can't let go, can't let go of my alma mater. Teacher, please rest assured that in the future I will study hard and try to do everything well. I will definitely correct my shortcomings. Mr. Ma Yan - I love you. My Teacher Essay 4 Not too tall, a beautiful head of hair, a pair of big eyes, a curved mouth, a serious look, she is my classroom teacher, Ms. Dong. Ms. Dong is very responsible for her work, and those students who don't like to finish their homework will never be able to escape from her. Once, a student didn't finish his homework, but he told the teacher that he forgot to take it, and the teacher immediately told him to go home to get it, and the student was in a hurry, so he had to take out his homework book to make up for the work. In class, Mr. Dong was also very strict. Once in class, a student took advantage of the teacher's inattention to quietly take out a comic book, and suddenly, bah! Suddenly, there was a sound, and the student came back to his senses and realized that the teacher was standing in front of him, so he had to give the comic book to the teacher. However, Ms. Dong was not only strict, but also kind sometimes. One day, the teacher asked the whole class to memorize the text in front of her, and when it was my turn, I was a bit nervous. The teacher looked at me and said, "It doesn't matter, there's nothing to be afraid of." So I slowly memorized the text. Ms. Dong was especially concerned about her classmates. One day, when a classmate was sick, the teacher's head was beaded with sweat, and she hurriedly called the classmate's parents and asked the classmate from time to time, "Are you feeling better? Do you want some water?" This is my teacher, a teacher who is both serious and kind. My Teacher Essay 5 In this semester, we got many new teachers: the gentle computer teacher, Mr. Xu; the stern physical education teacher, Mr. Ying; and the beautiful and kind music teacher, Mr. Jiang. And one of my favorites is the music teacher, Mr. Jiang. Whenever Ms. Jiang came to class, her hair was tied up in a loose style, which was a wonderful feeling. When the wind blew, her skirt would float up, and she looked as if she had descended from heaven! My favorite music teacher was Mr. Jiang. Ever since I was in first grade, I had a teacher who taught us to sing, listen to the music, sing the score and then sing the lyrics. This made me go from loving music to hating it. I didn't want to sing in every music class until I got a new teacher, Mr. Jiang. ...... The first time Mr. Jiang came to give us a lesson, I was impressed with him. I had a deep impression of Mr. Jiang. Her oriole-like voice was mesmerizing, and every word she spoke quieted the class, including the naughty Wu Shengrui. The teacher said, "Everyone lie down on the table, close your eyes, relax and listen to the music quietly, put your nervous heart down and let your brain relax." We followed what the teacher said to do, the whole body relax. Beautiful music has begun to play, beautiful music floated into the ears, slowly into my heart. For the first time, I felt that music turned out to be so beautiful and mesmerizing. I like teacher Jiang the most, she looks like a big sister next door, and her lesson plans are different. I like this kind of teacher, I like this kind of big sister, I am proud and proud that I have such a teacher. My Teacher Essay 6 In first grade, I was just entering elementary school life, gradually stepping into a subject that waved at me. When I walked into math, I was greeted by Mr. Xie. Ms. Xie is young, with a pair of glasses on her face, a bookish look, she is a college student who has just entered the education career. She just entered our school full of enthusiasm for education, she is enthusiastic about guiding our learning, for poor students she did not use violence to subdue them, but to analyze their mistakes and tell them what is the correct way to solve the problem; for the best students she will let them continue to work hard and summarize the success of the experience. Facing a math problem, I feel boring, these numbers one by one are both lifeless and very dull. But in Ms. Xie's vivid classroom, the numbers as if by magic, Ms. Xie will turn them into a small elf, constantly changing: a moment 1 buy 1 pound of apples, 2 bought 2 pounds of apples, they put the apples together into 3 pounds of apples; a moment 4 have 4 stamps, he gave three 3 stamps, he left 1 stamp. In Mr. Xie's classroom, math is like a character, a math class is the "number of town" day by day, in the "number of town", 3 can have a birthday, so bought 3 candles, 2 and gave him 2 candles, so the birthday party has 5 candles, but also 1 cake! But there was no cake... That was my math teacher, but she moved to another school after first grade, and I never saw her again. My Teacher Essay 7 My language teacher is a person with a short hair, a pair of glaring eyes daunting, she is never slow to the students' learning, and never condone the mistakes made by their classmates. Once in the language class, we waited for a long time before the language teacher came late, which made every student curious - why the language teacher came so late. Next, the doubt in our minds was finally revealed. It turned out that Mr. Zhang was sick, suffering from a severe cold, and even had to speak very quietly. Compared with before, Mr. Zhang was much weaker. But even though she was sick, she still insisted on coming to our class as usual. This class was very meaningful, and all the students were more serious than before. When dealing with trivial matters in our class, Mr. Zhang would not show favoritism to anyone. I remember that time, there are two students because of a verbal dispute and fight, Zhang Lai Shi in the class meeting class to deal with this matter. Mr. Zhang first let the two students to tell the cause of the incident, and then let the students present to tell the story of the incident. These two methods were used to determine who the wrongdoers were and to give them the punishment they deserved. Mr. Zhang's class is my favorite because it always exudes a joyful atmosphere, with teachers and students talking and laughing. Whenever we hear the bell ringing and Mr. Zhang walks out of the classroom, we all look at him with reluctance. Teacher Zhang, you nourished us silently, laughed with us, studied with us, and made us learn a lot. My Teacher Essay 8 My favorite teacher is Ms. Zhang Huihui in the third grade. My math teacher, Zhang Huihui, is between 20 and 30 years old, and she is very young and beautiful. She has a pair of watery eyes that no one can escape from. Has a mouth that can talk and is about 1.65 meters tall. Smiles very sweetly and sometimes her face gets red. Our teacher is sometimes happy and sometimes angry. For example, once we did very well in the exam and ranked first in the third grade in the whole school, our math teacher ran to the classroom in high spirits, crossed to the podium at once, and excitedly announced the good news that we had achieved the first place, with a sweet smile on her face. The teacher also said that this class was reserved for us to play, no class, and then all the class was full of talking, and all the students were happy to discuss this matter. The teacher was very strict when she was angry. Once in class, she heard talking and immediately recognized who was talking. It turned out to be Wang Hanzhe, the naughtiest in our class, who also talked back to the first grade language teacher, Ms. Wang Aihua. When I heard that name, I knew I was in for a treat. Ms. Zhang Huihui hit him and Wang Hanzhe talked back and cried. The math teacher called him into the office. When class was over, there were people sprawled out by the office window, scrambling to come to the window to see the teacher argue with Wang Hanzhe. Finally Wang Hanzhe, who had been argued with, returned to the classroom with an angry face, and the students in front of the window slowly dispersed. My `teacher' would be happy because we did well in our exams, and she would also be angry because her classmates were naughty. I really like my math teacher. My Teacher Essay 9 My favorite teacher in our school is my language teacher because she has a smile on her face every day. Our teacher Zhong is very tall and thin. She often wears a dress. She has dark hair, a pair of small eyes, a high nose and a bit big mouth. She is around 30 years old. Wherever I see her, she is always smiling and is the gentlest teacher I have ever seen. Ms. Zhong is very gentle. One time she told us how to turn a direct quotation into an indirect paraphrase, she gave us a long lecture, and all the other students knew how to do it, but I still didn't. The teacher called me up and I was afraid that the teacher would criticize me. The teacher came up to me and asked, "Xintao, did you understand?" , I stammered, "Teacher, I don't know." At that time, I was especially scared and nervous. My face was red. The teacher came over, and I thought to myself that this is a disaster. But the teacher didn't get angry, but gave me a careful explanation. After a while, I finally got it. Another time we had a test and we didn't do too well. Teacher Zhong came to the classroom, she didn't get angry, but stood on the podium with a smile on her face and said, "Everyone did not do well in this exam, but I will tell you one by one, don't be discouraged, everyone listen attentively, and next time we will try harder." After saying that the teacher gave the questions one by one, we all knew and remembered them, we were very happy. In our hearts, Ms. Zhong is so gentle, I admire her from the bottom of my heart. My Teacher Essay 10 My language teacher's name is Hua, she is tall, with big eyes, long shoulder-length hair, and often has a big smile on her face. Ms. Hua is a "workaholic". Every day after the evening study hall, she does not go back to the dormitory, but directly into the office to continue to work. When we were in the dormitory to wash our feet and ready to go to bed, Ms. Hua was still busy in the office. Several of my classmates and I wrote little notes to Ms. Hua, urging her to take an early rest, but Ms. Hua always said that her work was not yet done. Ms. Hua has a studio, and besides giving us lessons and carefully revising our compositions, she has to do a lot of studio things and go out of town to learn more. Ms. Hua is so busy that we are worried about her health! Ms. Hua is also a very caring person. I remember one time, a student seemed to have a heat stroke. Ms. Hua saw it and said, "Does your head hurt?" The student nodded. Then she asked us to accompany the student to her room. When we got to her room, she brought two paper cups, one with a packet of medicine and one with sugar water, and then kindly said to that student, "Drink the medicine, then drink the sugar water, and rest in a cool place and you will be fine." We were all touched when we saw it. Sometimes, when some students were injured and came to see Ms. Hua, she would comfort them gently and would also disinfect their wounds carefully. The things that Ms. Hua cares about us are as countless as the stars in the sky. She gave us unfailing love and warmth. Teacher's grace is unforgettable, and Ms. Hua is the students' favorite good teacher. My teacher essay 11 How bright are the stars in the sky, listening to my grandfather said that the star representing a good person will be brighter, I think my teacher's star will be which one is brighter? My third grade language teacher's name was Shen, she was of medium build, with a pair of glasses on her nose, and looked full of experience. It was just near the end of the school year, and the students were in the midst of intense revision. "DING ZERO--" class was back in session, and Ms. Shen sent down a final review paper for us to do. I answered the questions carefully and tried my best to avoid that I made careless mistakes. Everyone did a good job of test papers have handed over to the teacher. In the blink of an eye to lunchtime, Mr. Shen called me to the office, let me look at my paper. Ah, the essay is off-topic, a few dozen points just slipped away. I thought Teacher Shen would criticize me severely, so I stood there obediently, ready to be criticized. But on the contrary, Mr. Shen did not criticize me, but said to me in a serious way: "Carelessness is not your fault, but this is not good, as the saying goes: sincerity is the will, the stone for open. You have to remember well: as long as you have faith and strong beliefs, stick to the end, you can succeed, you can change the bad habits. Teachers will forgive you this time and correct it next time." Listening to the teacher's teaching to me, my tears came out unconsciously. From that time on, every time I took a test, Teacher Shen's words echoed in my ears. Without realizing it, the fault really changed. Up to this moment I still remember Teacher Shen's teaching. I am very grateful in my heart to the hardworking gardener, give the saplings enough water, let them grow into a big tree.