Get used to it. Goodbye

In the past few days when I came home, I often thought of my life in Lotus No. 1 middle school, wondering where I should be and what I was doing. It was only when I left that I felt more nostalgic for this period of time. I miss the days when the whole class gathered to have dinner and played table tennis, volleyball and badminton after dinner. We can discuss a meal for a long time, and each of us has his own tricks when cooking. Fortunately, the food is delicious.

On the afternoon of the 12th, I had my first lesson in life. At the beginning, I was nervous, but after I started to talk, I didn't think much about anything. I just wanted to explain these knowledge points clearly and thoroughly so that they could understand them, and I was afraid they would feel bored. So I try my best to connect knowledge with life and make them interested. It was only after I was a teacher that I found that every word that the teacher said in the class should be justified. Before speaking, I should think twice: is what I said correct? Can they understand what I say? Are there any exceptions that I have overlooked? In the last few minutes, my voice was hoarse, and I realized that it was not easy to be a teacher. But I also enjoy this kind of teaching, incisive feeling, really painful and happy.

But the horn of parting has sounded, and we must leave after all. I dare not say how much knowledge we have taught our students. I just hope that this time will leave them a good memory. Thank them for their warm cooperation and the hard work of our teammates. So far, our trip to the countryside has come to a complete end.