我是一个老师。一个班主任老师。 17年的教学生涯,面对一批批从陌生到熟悉的学生,面对课本,面对三尺讲台,我的心常常被一种特殊的幸福感占据着。为了孩子,我一边工作一边完成了三年的大学业余学习,为了孩子我不顾身体、不顾家庭,可是我一点不觉得亏得慌,因为我爱孩子,怎么爱都爱不够。记得十几年前我第一次当班主任,我对自己说,什么是班主任呀?班主任就是“家长”,一家之长,全班学生都是我的孩子,我要照顾好他们、保证他们每人都能学习好,有好身体、好性格和一颗善良懂事的心。其实那时侯我还没有成家,还没有作母亲,我完全是用理性来给自己规定一个作“家长”的内容。那会儿我天天泡在班里,开小干部会与学生谈心,一起和孩子们爬到高高的窗台上擦玻璃,先用湿 I am a teacher. A class teacher. 17 years of teaching career, the face of a batch of strangers to familiar students, the face of textbooks, the face of the three-foot podium, my heart is often occupied by a special sense of happiness. In order to have children, I finished my three years of college amateurism while working. I ignored the family for the sake of my children. However, I did not feel scared at all because I loved children and did not love enough. I remember ten years ago when I first class teacher, I said to myself, what is the class teacher? Teacher is the “parents”, the head of a class, the class students are my children, I have to take care of them, to ensure that they each People can learn well, have good health, good character and a kind heart. In fact, at that time I did not have a family and did not work as a mother. I used rationality to give myself a “parent”. At that moment I was soaking in my class every day that I was going to talk to my students with a small cadre and together with the children, climbed to the window glass on the tall windowsill,