The role of a class teacher is both ordinary and common in schools, yet it places you on the front line, guarding the tender and innocent smiling faces of students. Some say you are a gardener, silently cultivating and nurturing; others describe you as a red candle, shining light and warmth; still, some see you as a strict iron ruler, meticulous in discipline. In this ordinary position, you build extraordinary stories.
Without realizing it, I have been the class teacher at our school for over ten years. During this time, I have welcomed countless new faces and seen many leave. The mix of excitement and fear that accompanies facing a class of over 30 students is forever etched in my heart. Perhaps this feeling will never fade. I am excited because I get to grow alongside these young individuals, share in their daily lives, and listen to their concerns—concerns that may seem trivial but weigh heavily on them.
At times, I am a navigator, helping them find their way in life. Other times, they stimulate me with their fresh perspectives, reminding me that "times have changed." Yet, I tremble with fear, constantly worrying about their well-being while also fearing that I might be too nagging. They are fragile and can be unreasonable; things can change in an instant. I must balance firmness with flexibility, navigating between hard and soft tactics, often questioning myself in the process.
After the pandemic, the responsibilities of class teachers have become even more daunting. We face challenges from students and parents, alongside shifts in the social environment. Both seasoned veterans and newcomers alike are navigating these complexities. While there are moments of despair, I believe that as long as we maintain love in our hearts and act with fairness, even if the present circumstances are not what we hoped for, one day, thousands of pear trees will bloom!
