I am teachers?

I am teachers? I often ask myself secretly: Am I really a teacher? Do I still have the qualification to be a teacher? I have swore countless times: I don’t want to write about teachers, I don’t want to think about the word teacher, and I don’t want to write anything about teachers any more. In a fit of pique, I tied up all my books about education and teaching into dozens of bundles and sold them all as waste; I also swore that I would not read any more articles about education and teaching. Let the inherent concept that has been stuck on my face for decades, carried on me for decades and stranded in my heart for decades fade away forever. I want to say: I am actually an incompetent teacher, even not like a teacher at all. I am just a person, a man, a man with flesh and blood, an ordinary man with a deep sense of hardship. My identity is not enough for the sacred title of teacher. I am worthy of this noble profession full of sense of responsibility. Really, whenever I fill in the word teacher in the column of profession, my hands are trembling, my heart is trembling. However, not long ago, when I saw a post criticizing teachers on the Internet, I was almost angry and angry. I felt like I had too many grievances in my heart and too many tears to pour out. I couldn’t bear it any more. I shook the keyboard with trembling hands and fought back fiercely. Although I was not scolded by that post, I knew it in my heart and really understood: I am teacher! I am an ordinary teacher who really stands in the front line of teaching without any position! He scolded all the teachers. If I didn’t fight back, wouldn’t it mean I got scolded by him for nothing? Although in my decades of teaching career, I have also been scolded, beaten, and suffered a lot of unreasonably bad temper, I didn’t know how many times tears flowed secretly, even trembling with anger and nowhere to vent, but I endured it. I always thought it was my own fault. I tried my best to find problems from myself. I couldn’t blame the fierce and aggressive parents, but publicly scolded all the teachers on the forum, I can’t stand it. I’m really angry. I became a teacher when I was eighteen. When the score of college entrance examination was finished, my teacher also said solemnly: rural children, it is not easy to take an exam, so just fill in the normal school! I was not sensible at that time. The teacher’s words were imperial edict, and one to seven volunteers were all filled in the normal school. The result can be imagined: I have been a teacher since then. This will last for 30 years. The dream-like 30 years were long and short, just like a cloud of smoke. Almost a blink of an eye passed, leaving nothing left, but I suddenly changed from an ambitious young man with hair to an old man with white hair. Looking back: what have I done in the past 30 years? In addition to waiting or waiting; In addition to being angry or angry; In addition to being helpless or helpless …… I can’t say that I didn’t work hard; I can’t say that I didn’t try my best; I can’t say that I’m not teaching seriously; it cannot be said that I am irresponsible; It cannot be said that I have not achieved brilliant achievements. I used to take two main courses of the graduating class for many years, and also took the head teacher for many years. But what’s the use of this? This kind of achievement and glory can only be a comfort! Even in retrospect, there are too many sorrows. I can’t say that peaches are all over the world. I feel ashamed when I hear this word! I have taught countless students. Nowadays, which student does not need me to be free and unrestrained, and which student is not more carefree and comfortable than me. What do I have? What else do I have besides falling into a pain? Today’s teachers are not only students who don’t understand and respect, but almost the society complains and curses against teachers. Even some newspapers and periodicals, every time something happens on campus, he made a lot of exaggeration and blamed all the responsibilities on teachers. It seemed that teachers were Immortals and things out of touch. Every time I saw such news, I felt distressed in my heart, expressing grievances for those teachers who were wronged. Not only in the society, but also in the education circle. If the students are ill, someone will go to see them; If the teachers are ill, no one will pay attention to them. When something happened to the students, everyone panicked; When the teacher had something, everyone avoided it. Among all these, who has really cared about teachers’ sufferings, teachers’ safety, teachers’ physical condition and teachers’ mental health! When teachers are not taken seriously in our education, it is reasonable that the whole society does not respect teachers! Nowadays, it is really difficult to be an ordinary and responsible teacher. When teachers even feel hard to have a good class, teachers have too much helplessness when facing students, please don’t pour any more cold water on the teachers’ heart, and don’t let their unnumb hearts snow any more. Yes, when the tuition and miscellaneous fees of nine-year compulsory education had been removed, and some schools were still collecting such and such fees, many people couldn’t figure it out. This is so normal. I can’t figure it out. I also don’t understand. I also feel confused and helpless. This may not be the problem of the school, let alone the teacher. To put it bluntly, the teacher is just a cashier in the mall. When the cashier wants to collect your money, you said that he shouldn’t accept your money, which was really unfair {maybe this metaphor was inappropriate}. Then, as an ordinary teacher, I really don’t know why I have to collect so much money. I don’t know at all, and I don’t want to know. Anyway, even under the circumstance that my normal salary is hard to be cashed, I am even too lazy to figure it out. Am I still a teacher? I often ask myself: why don’t I look like a teacher? I am still worrying about my livelihood, beating and scolding others at will, and being wronged by others, I asked myself secretly: I am a teacher? Do I still look like a teacher? Do I still have the qualification to be a qualified teacher? I am man, I am a man, I am a man with flesh and blood! However, I still doubt: how can I even have no qualification to be a normal person? Teachers! You come back! I hope that one day you can stick it on my face again and again. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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