The large

I have been a teacher for 24 years, and I have tasted all the ups and downs of my teaching career. Now I am still struggling and struggling on this road, and I will go to the day when my life grows old and I retire. Teachers, who are called engineers of human souls, are the most glorious profession in the world. They are compared with beautiful things such as candles, silkworms, gardeners, etc. Now it seems that as teachers, I was cheated by these beautiful words. In today’s materialistic and snobbish days, are teachers still so glorious? Do teachers still have so many halo shining? At the beginning, many people chose the profession of teacher because they could quickly find a job to eat imperial food and take the most feasible shortcut to take off agricultural skin, A choice made for survival. Imagine how many people who really love education and choose normal schools? In all walks of life, how many people love the profession they are engaged in? I think, we are doing our own things, but how much rejection and jealousy do we have in our hearts? Why do we try our best? To be honest, I chose a teacher more or less passively, but what I have a clear conscience is that I still love this profession, because my father is a teacher. In my impression, my father almost got the honor and halo that he should have for his whole life of working frugally and managing his family and teaching diligently. His image of teacher had a profound influence on my whole life. Although I didn’t choose to enter high school after graduating from junior high school, because of the embarrassment of my family, I had no choice but to apply for the normal school under my father’s instruction, but I still walked on this road with confidence. On this road, I walked forward passionately, and from running a literature club in a small village to teaching a graduating class for 15 consecutive years, I was appraised as a senior teacher in the shortest time, the first batch of Chinese backbone teachers in the county, the first batch of provincial backbone teachers in Sichuan province. Along the way, facing numerous honors, I feel extremely proud. This is also my original intention of writing the educational essay “love. However, looking at our education today, I can’t say that this is my ideal. In fact, we are engaged in the important task of teaching and educating people, we are also engaged in many metaphysical things that seem to be significant but actually go through the motions without any value. All kinds of inspections and creations make us exhausted. Many years ago, I was shocked to see the widely spread definition of the death method of teachers: telling the education commission to kill you; Offending the principal to kill you; Stupid students piss you off; Brutal parents killing you; you will be killed if you don’t raise your salary; You will be killed if you compete for employment; You will be killed if you are evaluated by professional titles; You will be killed if you are ranked by exams; Education reform will kill you; Plan summary will bother you; False information will kill you; holiday training is busy to kill you; Glorious career coaxed you to death; You died of hard work and illness all your life; The treatment of civil servants misses you to death! I am no longer calm, I no longer have passion, all I have is bitterness and tiredness. When it comes to tiredness, the most important thing is tiredness, because what we face is high risk, high pressure, high demand, high load and high depression of teachers. Do we still have proud capital? Although there were too many helplessness and bitterness, I still tried my best to guard the platform of three feet, engaged in monotonous work day after day, did my duty and kept my private land. Facing the living groups of children and the parents full of hope and entrustment, I still keep the original little passion, which is due to my love and persistence for the teaching profession, because of the sense of responsibility deep in my heart. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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