师恩难忘读后感

那是初二的时候，我第一次走进张老师 classroom。她有着一头乌黑的短发， always wearing a simple yet elegant white blouse and pencil skirt. Her eyes, large and kind, seemed to hold the whole world in them. She was the kind of teacher who could make even the most boring subject sound exciting.

I remember the first day of class. I was nervous, sitting in the back with my head down, fidgeting with my notebook. When she called on me to answer a question about the previous lesson, my hand flew up, but my mind was blank. I felt a pang of guilt as I blurted out something nonsensical. From then on, I learned to look up from my notebook when she was talking.

But it was not just the lessons that stayed with me. There was something else. That day, she had given us a reading assignment about Shakespeare's plays. I was particularly interested in Romeo and Juliet, but I had no idea how to yze it. I felt overwhelmed, but she didn't seem to notice. She was so focused on teaching that she didn't notice my blank face.

When she called on me again, I hesitated, but she encouraged me to speak. I took a deep breath and said, "I don't know how to start..." She smiled and said, "That's okay. You don't have to know everything right now. Just share what you think." And she wrote my name on the board and moved on to the next topic.

That moment taught me something important. She believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. And that belief kept growing throughout the years.

In high school, I had other teachers who influenced me, but none of them had the same impact as P. She was my role model, my guide, and my friend. She taught me how to be patient, how to be persistent, and how to be kind. She showed me that even when life is hard, there is always a way forward.

Now, I am a teacher myself, and I try to remember her lessons every day. I try to be like her, to inspire my own students, to give them the same kindness and support that she gave me. And I hope that one day, I can give her a proper farewell, just like I did years ago.

Her smile always makes me think, "If P were still alive, she would be teaching with the same passion and love that she had for me." And that thought fills me with gratitude and love.

So, every time I see a student struggling with a difficult problem, I remember her eyes, the way she believed in me, and the lessons she taught me. Those lessons are not just about literature or grammar; they are about life. They are about how to be a kind person, how to stand up for what is right, and how to keep going even when it's hard.

P, thank you for everything. You are the reason I became who I am today. You are the reason I want to be a better person tomorrow. Thank you for being my teacher, my friend, and my inspiration.