[Boutique] My educational story speech

Part 1: My Education Story Presentation

Looking back at the twenty-one years of teaching, the youth disappeared on the three-foot platform, wrinkles piled up in the flying powder, harvested, in addition to ordinary, or ordinary.

Ordinary is the appearance. There is no stalwart posture of Yushu, there is no handsome and bright teeth. Although I once dreamed of being romantic and looking forward to life, the innate shortage made me destined to become obsessed with my life.

Ordinary is the profession. The teacher is a citizen of the Nine, and the campus is not a fairy land. When the golden tide rags across the orange sky of the campus, I look at the setting sun, and make an ordinary wish in my heart.

Since we can't get out of the ordinary, then we should look for the ordinary reason for it in the ordinary; since we can't escape from reality, why not treat ordinary as a cause, let it wash away the dust of the profession, and flash in a certain day in the future. What?

Therefore, in the ordinary work, I searched for ordinary, succinct and ordinary, and also tried hard to practice ordinary, only to find -

Ordinary is a limp.

The walker, by example. Asking the children to arrive at the school for a certain time, he always takes a step ahead and stands in the ordinary scenery at the entrance of the classroom; asks the children to be neatly written, he always makes the board clear, makes the commentary dignified; asks the children to work seriously, he Always review each topic and use the heart to solve the problem; ask the children to pay attention to hygiene, he will gently pick up the paper scraps in the classroom without traces; ask the children to test the integrity, he will use the unknown suspense in the open class The tacit understanding of life. The spring rain is silent, and the body is able to show the style. You can think about it carefully. He does this, and his colleagues may be more comprehensive than him, so he is ordinary.

Ordinary is tolerance.

Tolerant students in the corridor inadvertently collided, youthful, deductive is an irregular trajectory; tolerance students in the classroom an unreasonable rebuttal, youthful, sly is the idea of ​​restlessness; tolerance students a little broken reason , youth, build a project that loves face; tolerance students can't stand the excuse of scrutiny, youth, like the wind like rain and fog like entanglement. Tolerance, let the prime minister's belly can hold the boat, let the general's forehead run the horse, think carefully, I am far from this realm, so I am ordinary.

Ordinary is respect.

Respect is to ignore the rankings and turn to the hope of each family. Therefore, you let each seed have the space for them to take root, sprout, and bloom, so that they all have the potential to grow into towering trees; respect is to look at the advantages and disadvantages, Rain dew is given to every hungry student, so after each exam, every student on the transcript must listen to your whispers, so that they can reduce the regrets of not communicating with the teacher; respect is fair, everything is on the matter Therefore, students who are struggling to learn are not synonymous with criticism. Students with excellent grades are often baptized by storms. You find that things like you are fair and respectful of the students' confidants, so you are ordinary.

Ordinary is careful.

Looking carefully, we found a family accident hidden behind the child's eyes, so that we carefully explored the psychological characteristics of the single-parent family and the other side, and formed the text into a typeface; carefully listened, so we found the children used to The mantra "is not me" and "does not know", so that they can change their thinking and harmonize the relationship between life and mind; carefully thinking, so we participated in the research of "Encyclopedia knowledge reading and the moral cognition level of middle school students", and dig into the enthusiasm Seeking innovation. But turning around and thinking carefully, Wei Shusheng and Li Zhenxi are very rare. We may not only be able to look back, but we are ordinary.

Ordinary is patience.

Patience to correct the same mistakes of children, although sometimes repeated at high frequency again and again; patiently waiting for the children to make some progress, although sometimes it takes a painful and long cycle, or even nothing Patiently looking for the bright spots of the children, although sometimes this is a work that needs to be done with a high magnification magnifying glass, but what you harvest is destined to be happy; patiently communicate with the children, although sometimes he is unruly, Just for personal use, autistic and restrained, oil and salt do not enter. Everything about patience is actually determined by the particular profession of the teacher, so the profession is ordinary.

Ordinary is love.

When children are successful, love is an appreciative smile; when children fail, love is a word of relief; when children make mistakes, love is a stern look; when children are timid, love is a Powerful gestures; when children are proud, love is a thunder of empty air; when children are inferior, love is a warm sun. Education is a cause that requires love to pass. Love is also the most ordinary kind of emotion in the world, so our cause is ordinary.

Education is a cumbersome topic. The educational story is also like a prose. It is diverse in form, rich in content, broad in subject matter, and different in method, but the constant is the core of education - for all children, for children, everything for children. Therefore, my educational story is also your educational story, and it is the educational story of all of us. Although the story is prose, the emotion is quite poetry.

thank you all.

Article 2: My Education Story Presentation

There are many things in the world. When you give others, you will have less and less. There is only one thing. The more you give to others, the more you have. What is this magical thing? Let me tell you loudly that this is love!

Love, not asking, not exchanging, it is giving, giving, and self-sacrificing.

Who is the most loved by others under the sun? It is a teacher! It is the teacher who "spring silkworms die to the dead silk, wax torches become gray tears to dry"!

When I stood in front of the children for the first time, everything made me feel fresh and excited. Look at this smile and touch the cheek. They are like a bud, eager for the sun and rain. Every morning, a childish greeting, "Teacher, you are early!", brings me a day of happiness; every evening, a voice "teacher, goodbye", leaving me hope for tomorrow. The pure heart, holy love, and deep meaning of the children have purified my heart and aroused my deep love for the cause of education. I really realized the happiness and happiness that a teacher has.

I still remember that it was a summer, when I was a class leader. One day, the truth, I was really annoying at the time: the whole class of 40, our class transferred a defective boy. It is said that a number of healthy children can't teach them. How can they give him another heart? But when I see the child's pleading and longing eyes, I hear his unclear "teacher is good" and he is When the little hands of the pair held my hand, a warm stream of love could not help but come to my heart. Since that day, he has become a special student in our class. I began to observe him carefully and found that he did not want to contact the children, but he liked to talk to me. So, when I have time, I chat with him, consciously exercise his language ability, teach him correct biting and pronunciation. At the same time, I also let the students care more about him, get close to him, talk to him, accompany him to the playground to play and exercise. Gradually, his original clumsy body became much lighter, and the way he walked was also stable, and the words that were taught could be read out. Whenever I see him playing with a healthy classmate, playing games together, and enjoying the happiness of his peers, my heart feels very sweet. I really feel that my love has not been paid in vain, because it is the teacher's love that has changed the life of a child.

Time flies, the child grows up, I also changed a class and left him. In a new semester, I was a sixth-grade music class. In the first class of the school, I came to the class early. My eyes patrolled the classroom. Suddenly, I saw him. I hurried over and asked, "Do you still know me?" He looked up and smiled at me, but did not say anything. Seeing his somewhat confused eyes, I know that he has forgotten what he had five years ago, and he forgot that the teacher who had hurt him, loved him, and paid a lot of effort for him five years ago, could not help but feel a little hurt. The ringtone in class interrupted my thoughts. In class, we learned the song "The Motherland is like a mother." After the song learned, I said, "Who wants to come to the front to sing this song?" In the small hands of Lin Li, I was pleasantly surprised to see his little hand. So, I asked him to come to the front to sing. Watching him take it very seriously and very hard to sing with a less clear voice and some out of tune, I was touched by a heart, thinking: This must be sung to his mother. Because he loves his mother very much. Once, his mother was sick. He cried in front of his bed and said to his mother, "Mom, you can't get sick. You can get better soon. If you are sick, no one will hurt me!" Thinking about this, My eyes are wet. After singing, I asked, "Why are you singing this song?" When I heard his ambiguous but very positive answer, my heart was shocked. His answer was only three words "I - love - country!" with the warm applause of the classmates, he smiled, smiled so bright, so proud. "I - love - the country!" This loving language is spoken from the mouth of a mentally handicapped child and emanating from the depths of his heart. Who gave him the cherished heart? It is the engineer who shaped the human soul; the leader who stepped on the journey of life; the founder of the child's life building - the glorious people's teacher. The career of the teacher is the cause of Ye, and it is the cause of love.

Dear colleagues, let us give a love for the education work, give a point of heat, add a bright spring to the child's life! Add a beautiful spring color to the garden of the motherland!

Part 3: My Education Story Presentation

- Going forward, from the touch

Touching is a kind of discovery, and people are in nature; moving is a kind of gratitude, understanding and caring; moving is a kind of motivation, thinking in aspirations. In short, our lives are indispensable, and we are moved to let us remember the past, to appreciate the present, and to look forward to the future. I am a person who is easily moved. Someone's encouraging eyes, a warm greeting, a timely help... often arouse the guilt in my heart, and even make me look hot. Sometimes lying in the bed or under the orange lamp, reminiscent of the people and things that touched me, my heart is filled with happiness and warmth. Touching is really a beautiful feeling, it is worthy to cherish her, taste her carefully, and enjoy her.

When I was lucky to be a teacher of a small country teacher, my feelings grew stronger, and its source came from my children. They gave me unlimited touch, they let me re-examine myself. It is they who let me further interpret life, interpret the sacredness and greatness of teachers, and also let me harvest a happy and happy life.

In September 2004, the school arranged a class teacher and class guide for 43 classes in any of my grades. Most of the classes are rural children. There are only two pairs of employees. Many people are not optimistic about our class. They have been hesitant. Occasionally I saw the Taiwanese writer Xi Murong’s words: In the dark studio, holding this palette in my hand, I have a strong feeling in my heart, how others have entrusted their daughters to our hands! They use More humility and more eager attitude, I hope that we can, ask us to enable their children to enter a realm, to meet a requirement, to realize a dream and ideal that has been expected from a few decades ago. What kind of burden is on my shoulder! And I, I tried my best? Can I really have a clear conscience? It reminds me that every student in the class should not only stay in the statistical sense. One in fifty, but one hundred percent of parents’ hopes. Since it is a language teacher and class guide, there is no choice but to help the students with all their heart and soul.

Nowadays, these children have been with me for four years in the ups and downs. To be honest, it is not easy for us to go to class 43 today. If you are like a winning star, "Thank you for CCTV, thank my brokerage company, thank you..." Then there are a lot of people I want to thank, thank you for the teachers who have worked with me, thank you. Those parents who have always supported me, thank you to my children. Skipping competition, croquet match, table tennis match, relay race... Every time in order to get good results in the competition, glory for the class, you can always see their hard training, and always get their good news. In them, the act is persevering. It is them that push me step by step.

Before the parade competition held by the school in the fourth grade last semester, I went to Jiexiu for two days and delayed the training of the students. In the past two days, other classes were in full swing. In fact, I can also anticipate the outcome of the game. Even so, I still have a trace of luck in my heart, I hope that our class can win. Before the game, the children were also full of confidence. I have been nervous about the scenes of countless student competitions. Throughout the game, the children used their body language to interpret their determination to compete for honor in the class, especially the sports committee members of our class. After the red scarf was blown away by the wind, they did not pay attention to it. I was afraid that because of her movement, it affected the collective. Looking at this group of serious children, I was touched. Although our class did not win the prize, I was very satisfied because I and the children have tried their best. The ranking of the competition is a trivial matter, but in the game, the children’s strong will, the optimistic and confident attitude of life, and the unyielding spirit are exercised. This is the real precious spiritual wealth for the children. Such wealth may affect the children. Life.

Every student has a pure blue sky in his life. The teacher's responsibility is to care for it, to constantly moisturize it, and to temper it in good faith.

The need for work, I have to go to Taiyuan to listen to two days of classes, but I can't worry about the more than 50 children in the class, especially the students who have headaches for the teachers, Hu Peien, Cheng Zhihai, Yuan Haodong, Wang Jiaxuan, are for the children. Concealing the truth, let them mistakenly think that I am still there, just asking for a vacation? Or telling them the truth? When I was there, these children often gave me an episode, if they let me know that I walked for two days, That's all right? As a teacher, how can I deceive my child? After weighing again, I decided to tell the truth.

"Children, I am going to Taiyuan to listen to two days of classes. Within these two days, if there is anything I want to say to the teacher, you can write it in the diary, okay?"

"Good!" The children answered in unison.

"But the teacher is most worried about the few baby babies, will you make some troubles because I missed me too much?" I said, sweeping the naughty ghosts with my eyes. They are embarrassed to bow their heads. I deliberately sold a pass: "How is it good? Otherwise, I don't have to go." "Teacher, please believe them once, in the days when you are not, they will be disciplined." "Yes, they It won't let you down." The children said with a slap in the face. "Is it? I don't believe it." "Teacher, please believe me, I will not give you any trouble." Wang Jiaxuan stood up and said. "I promise not to make mistakes, teacher, you can go with confidence!" Hu Peien also stood up. Others have also made guarantees.

In the middle of the day, I listened to the two-day class. The first thing that comes back to school is to look at the student's diary and can't wait to understand what happened in the two days.

"Mr. Jin, these two days when you are not here, our class students are very obedient...

"Teacher, I miss you very much these two days."

I am very pleased that the students’ performance is surprisingly good.

What made me most memorable was Yuan Haodong's diary: "Teacher, I didn't make mistakes, I am very obedient. Although you are not my mother, you care about me very much. I really want to call you a teacher mother." This is a private school. The children who came here did not pass the three exams. Sometimes, I really want to give up on him. But when I saw his diary, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my original thoughts.

In the relay race that ended not long ago, the boys in our class had been leading the top nine, but unfortunately, at the last bar, there was a mistake, and we passed the first place. After the game, a teacher constantly told me to pity for our class and asked if I had criticized the children. The children have tried their best. Why didn’t they want to take the first place? Looking at their stunned eyes and frustrated expressions, how can I bear to blame them again? I wrote the words “hope for despair and despair” on the blackboard. And told them, "The teacher experienced the process from hope to disappointment today, but I have no despair, as long as the dream is still there, hope is there." The children wrote in the diary: "The next game, we must Work hard and never let the teacher down."

Ascending to the sixth grade, the difficulty of knowledge increased. As the students grew older, the psychological maturity became more and more, and the ideological problems became more and more, and everything was so overwhelmed. No matter how hard I try, the results will not achieve the expected results. Reality really has a distance from the ideal! Once, I wanted to be a deserter. I remember once chatting with Li Xin on the Internet, I said, "You make the teacher very sad. I really don't want to bring you." "That teacher, which class do you want to take?" "I don't know, as long as it is not for you." "For a long while, the students at the end of the Internet did not reply. Just when I thought the chat was over, the students had a text to "Teacher, you don't want to take us, you can bring another class. If we don't want to learn, What can I do? Can I choose again?" Yes, the students have no retreat, and I can't give myself a way out. "Keep your teeth on!" This is the most spoken sentence I have ever said to students since this semester. Wang Chenxi was sick. Teacher Liu called the parents. The child actually said to the teacher: "I will come after I have taken the medicine. I don't have to take a schoolbag." Zhang Yu has a cold and is cold. I want to give her mother several times. Calling, she was stopped, "Mr. Jin, I can hold on!" After class, Hao Yang, Yan Zexin, and Zhang Yijun are still discussing a condensed sentence; Wen Junhui and Yang Yaoxuan volunteered to ask their parents to find a teacher for counseling; Because of the difficulties, there are many students who stand up and listen to the initiative. There are also many people who are tempted by the temples. There are such students, what reason can I evade, and what reason is the deserter?

During these six and a half years, we cheered for success and wept with each other because of failure. In the past four years, more than a thousand days have followed.

For more than a thousand days, I can't forget my children, and I can't forget to support my parents silently. The students in my class are not rich, and when I raise funds, I can't do anything about it. At the mobilization meeting, Shen Xiangrong’s father said, “For the children, I think the value!” The work broke the deadlock, and the parents all generously donated. Li Yuan’s father even paid 2,000 yuan to ensure the smooth completion of our work.

In September 2007, the new teaching building was completed. Xu Rong’s mother, Wen Junhui’s mother, and Liao Hui’s father moved more than 50 sets of tables and chairs into the new classroom on the fourth floor in the rain; Zhang Jing and Zhang Yu’s mother used half a day for us. I wiped out the glass of the new classroom... "Golden teacher, you said, what do we need to do?" This is the most common sentence I have heard from my parents during the past six years.

When I was in a low mood, I saw the children’s double-minded eyes; when I was tired, I saw the trustful eyes of the parents. It is them that make me feel the happiness of being a teacher; they are, let me experience the happiness of doing class guidance; it is them, let me bathe in the glory of the noblest cause under the sun. They are moving me all the time. If you have achieved a little achievement in recent years, it is all thanks to the children, parents.

Touching is not only a warmth in the heart, but also a speechless silence, not just an impulse from the inner heart; it is as soft as a spring breeze, it is like a rainbow in the clear sky after the rain The touch in life, not only to find with the eyes, but also to taste. When I chose a teacher, I chose to smile and joy, touch and happiness.

Going forward, it is from moving.