When I was in junior middle school I had a severe English teacher , he is so severe that when I had his classes , I was so afraid that I could not get into even a tiny nap , rumors about him also spread that there was a student who once got him very angry , so angry that he even want to throw him down from the floor 5 , however 4 other witnessed teacher stopped him .By the way , he is also a worker of poverty alleviation through education ,who teached us about 400 kilometers away from his family , being separated from his wife and children .
How could I describe him specifically ? The answer is the cheetah , for he is very thin but strong . Once upon a time , he got his both two legs broken down when he was go downstairs , however it was the time when his students would get the exam which can determine what high school they can enter , the enrolment rate between my hometown 's high schools can differ very large , I could say that the junior middle school you entered can largely determine what high school you entered and even what university you would enter , he is a teacher who is accountable to students
It is so amazing that he only uses 10% of his class time to help you get knowledge , during the other 90% of his class time , he was just babbling , but that is so interesting that I benefited from his babbling very much , such as the interesting but miserable story of the Waterloo Bridge , the ear-catching experience when he was a translator of a boss in a company and the romantic history between him and the foreign teacher during his college life .
He is also an artist in teaching us how to take notes , he makes us taking notes just like creating an artifact .I missed him .