Do you still remember your dream when you were 22?

Dream to become an excellent people’s teacher. Thinking back to when I first entered society, entered the workplace, and became a kindergarten teacher, the children’s eyes when they first looked at me were full of nervousness, curiosity, and doubt. How to integrate into the children's world and make them accept me quickly? I had an idea and played with the children with building blocks and patiently taught them how to put them together. Gradually, we became familiar with each other, and the eyes of the children showed Trust and love for me.

Maybe it was the first "embarrassment" in my life. I was so nervous that I forgot my words and looked at the students under the podium with a red face. Maybe it was because I was full of pride. After class, the students responded with warm applause. ; Maybe it was a little anxiety, and I forgot to talk about a certain little knowledge point I had prepared; maybe it was high enthusiasm, maybe a little fear, or maybe I didn’t have any special feelings at the time, but I only realized that I was on the podium later when I was chatting with the students. The trip was so fun.

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Before the first class on teaching career, I wrote down every sentence I wanted to say in class and memorized it over and over again. The night before I stepped onto the stage for the first time, I suffered from insomnia due to nervousness.

When I first became a teacher, I was twenty-two years old. After class, a first-grade student rushed to the podium, hugged my thigh and called me "Mom". This "Mom", It is deeply imprinted in my mind and engraved in my heart. Being a teacher is like being a mother, teaching also means educating people. We not only think about the students’ present, but also think about their next five years, or even their entire lives! I hope that every teacher on the three-foot podium has the purest soul and can give students the best love and companionship!

When I introduce myself to the students every year, I am so nervous that I even say my name wrong and my face is burning. At this time, my students cast longing eyes on me, as if to say: Teacher, don't be nervous, you are so young, we are happy to have you as our teacher.

There is another girl who impressed me deeply. When she came to the classroom, her eyes were filled with tears. I walked up to her, knelt down, slowly wiped her tears with paper, and said to her with a smile: "My child, today is your first day at school. The teachers are happy for you! Come on, let’s get to know your friends!”