When I was in junior high school, I used to like our head teacher very much. He teaches history and is very kind to the students in our class. Then something happened and I didn't like him that much.

He is the most responsible head teacher of four classes in our same grade, and the teacher will take pictures of us when attending activities; It's safe and convenient to put the bike in the shed of the dormitory when there is no place to put it on rainy days. What benefits the school has, our teachers will try their best to win for us; Our class watches the most movies of the four classes.

Teachers rarely ask questions in class, and the requirements for grades are not high, as long as we don't digress. Our teacher seldom punishes students. I only remember a few boys fighting in the class, and then he hit that boy, which was cruel.

Later, something bad happened. It is said that he fell in love with a girl in our class. You know, our head teacher is not a teenager, but a man in his forties. At that time, her daughter was just one grade younger than us. Still studying in our junior high school.

Although this incident has somewhat refreshed my three views, I am also dubious, but it has not affected my feelings for him too much.

What really makes me unhappy is that after the senior high school entrance examination. After the senior high school entrance examination, I checked my grades and called him. I was very nervous at that time, so I asked the teacher: Did I fail in the exam? Then the teacher coldly said that you didn't pass anything, didn't you get into Tsinghua?

I thought it was very strange at that time, and then when I got to school, the teachers asked us to talk about our grades one by one. When it was my turn, the head teacher told me in the first sentence, your English is not normal this time, is it? Then the language developed excessively, as if I didn't deserve this score. As a result, I learned later that it was because the girl she loved didn't do well in the exam. Our grades are very close, as if she is very unhappy, so the class teacher will say so.

At that time, the tall image of the teacher in my heart no longer existed. In addition, after we graduated, the head teacher dissolved the group in our class and did not allow any of our classmates to add him as a friend. Until now, my understanding of him has only become a memory.