Have you all written speeches about young teachers? Let's have a look. Every young teacher should deepen his professional knowledge and broaden his knowledge field. We should learn all kinds of knowledge, enrich ourselves and be a smart teacher. The following is the speech I collected for you about young teachers taking root at the grassroots level. I hope you like it.
Young teachers' grassroots speeches 1
In the days before graduation from college, students are busy to stay in the city and have a good job after graduation, but Juanzi stays where he is, as if nothing happened.
Several sisters in our dormitory advised her to go out more and try to stay in the city. But Juanzi smiled and said, "I want to go back to my hometown."
We were all taken aback. We have been to Juanzi's hometown together. In the deepest part of Daba Mountain, no cars can get in twenty miles away. All the villagers live in thatched cottages. We all laughed and joked that it was the poorest place in the country. Now, Juanzi lightly gave up this chance to change his fate and jumped out of the gate of the farm. We all feel sorry for her going back to that poor canyon.
At this time, Juanzi solemnly told us a story.
10 years ago, there was a school deep in Daba Mountain. The whole school has only one classroom made of huts, only one class and only one teacher. There are 13 students in the class. Rural teachers teach them from grade one to grade six.
However, when the primary school was about to graduate, something unfortunate happened.
A cowherd was playing with fire on the mountain and accidentally set fire to the classroom in the hut. By the time everyone found out, the fire had almost sealed the classroom door.
13 rural children in the classroom are all messed up, but rural teachers are more calm than before. While teaching the children not to panic, he carried the children trapped by the fire out one by one. The fire has completely sealed the narrow wooden door, and the teacher's clothes, hair and beard have been burnt. But he didn't give up. Finally, there were only two female students left in the classroom.
The teacher rushed into the fire again, and two female students sat in the classroom crying. The teacher gave them a look, finally gritted his teeth, picked up one of them and rushed out.
The red-hot doorframe fell with a bang, which made the teacher stumble, but he finally climbed out of the fire with the girl on his back.
He carried the girl to a safe place and rushed into the classroom that had turned into a sea of fire. Just then, the classroom burned down with a bang. The teacher and the last student never came out …
After telling this story, Juanzi's eyes were red.
We all guessed: "It was you who saved the female classmate last, right?"
"yes." Juanzi nodded tearfully. "But do you know who was the last classmate who was left in the classroom by the teacher and never recited it?" We all shook our heads.
Juanzi said, "It's the teacher's daughter!"
Say that finish this sentence, Juanzi couldn't help crying.
Our eyes are red, too
Finally, three sisters in our dormitory followed Juanzi to her hometown as rural teachers. I am one of them.
Young teachers' grassroots speeches II
The teacher who touched me the most in my life is a village teacher. She is the person who has benefited the most in my life.
Remember, once, I didn't do my homework. That's because, many times, after I finish my homework, the teacher doesn't even look at it. We didn't have a team leader at that time. Once, after class was over, the teacher came to my seat without warning and said to me earnestly, "It's not good not to do homework." I was too surprised to get it back for a long time. Somehow, I naively think that the teacher must be a better fairy than the Monkey King. Teachers know what other people do. Since then, I have been more careful.
I still remember that in those months, my homework was always finished first, so I asked the teacher to correct it, but I had a bad habit, that is, when the teacher was busy with other things, I always stamped my feet, because I didn't want to call it "teacher", so I always stamped my feet before handing in my homework. Finally, once, the teacher said to me, why are you stamping your feet? You can also call the teacher! My face is red to the neck. Really, why should I stamp my feet? It's not good to call a teacher. Since then, I've been more polite to teachers.
I still remember one time, the teacher asked us to practice calligraphy, and every time we were Ding, we never got an A. This time, after practicing calligraphy, I showed it to the teacher. After reading it, the teacher said, "What is this word?" Go back and write it again "I returned to my seat in dismay. At this moment, Li Yonghui, the calligraphy king of our class, came to my desk. "Oh, look what you are writing. Come on, I'll write you one. Look at this word and write it down. "Say to want to write a beautiful regular script" eight characters ",after I copied, see or not as good as Li Yonghui. I have to take it to the teacher. After reading it carefully for a while, the teacher pointed to Li Yonghui's words and said, "I think this word is the best. "I am extremely embarrassed. Since then, I love learning more.
This is my first teacher. Although the teacher who taught me in the future had an influence on me, she taught me a habit, an attitude and a mood. It is she who makes me love learning from ignorance and mature from childishness. She sowed the seeds of hope.
In recent years, I learned from my classmate Li Yonghui that she has retired from teaching with honor. I sincerely wish her happiness and health!
Young teachers' grassroots speeches 3
The most beautiful teacher in the country! What a touching scene this is! I sat in front of the TV and was moved to tears by the live broadcast of "the most beautiful teacher in the country", and my heart could not be calm for a long time. There is a primary school in a remote mountain village surrounded by mountains and criss-crossing mountain roads. Under the slowly rising national flag, a group of children of different sizes are standing in a neat team and saluting the national flag. Who are they? It turns out that they are left-behind children in rural areas and their rural teachers. Poor teaching conditions and poor living conditions. The teacher did not flinch, with a sense of people's responsibility as a teacher, and offered noble love to the children of migrant workers. Facing the children who are waiting for their parents to come back at home every day, the teacher thinks, looks at the parents in the photo, and has a loving smile. There are a group of children who want to hug their parents when they are sick. Some children often hide under the covers and cry, and some children hold red certificates, but no one shares them. These children who are alone at home feel lonely for their age. The teacher sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart. How to share the loneliness and sadness of children? The teacher called the children and said to them with parental kindness, "We planted a wishing tree in the Woods. What is your wish? Tell them your heart, and let Xiaoshu take advantage of the spring breeze to bring your wishes and psychological words to mom and dad. The students are all very serious. Some dig holes, some carry water, and some plant trees. A child said innocently, "I'm afraid young trees will not live well." The teacher comforted the students, and the children listened tenderly and smiled. How sweet that smile is! Teachers sow hope in the vast fields, breed great childlike innocence, and give tender life and loving nutrition like mothers. In the rural classroom, for the childlike innocence eager to fly, insert the wings of dreams.
"ah! That is maternal love! " A beautiful folk song came from the forest. It turned out that a beautiful girl opened her voice and sang loudly. Ah! How much a teacher looks like a mother in a child's mind. Sprinkle the most beautiful part of life in mountain village education, which is your greatest happiness. Love, let the children send out simple fragrance, happy you and the children of farmers weave golden dreams together under the blue sky and white clouds!
Young teachers' speeches at the grassroots level 4
In a beautiful mountain village, there is a primary school surrounded by green water and green mountains-Xiaoheshan Primary School. There is a beautiful female teacher in the school.
The female teacher's surname is Song, and everyone calls her Xiao Song. As soon as she came to school, she received a class of students with several questions. A student's parents divorced, his father went out and lived with his grandfather at home. Grandpa is an old man with normal hearing in his seventies. Children are rebellious, disheveled, don't finish their homework, and often do things that make teachers have a headache. Once, he played with a younger classmate in the dormitory. Because of a small matter, Mao Dun was upset. He put his hand around his classmate's neck and pressed it hard on the bed. After a while, the little classmate was sweating and his face was blue. I have no strength to move. The classmate next to him quickly pushed him away, and the little classmate lay in bed. It took a long time to recover and sat on the edge of the bed crying. For such a violent student, Teacher Xiao Song often talks with him, and education guides him to get along well with his classmates. I often help him with his studies and tell him some inspirational stories. Gradually, the student became better, studied well and learned to help others.
There is also a student named Chen, who often takes other people's things, often fails to finish his homework, gets poor grades and often cheats. On one occasion, he and his classmates quietly took more than 8,000 yuan and put it in a van. They shared the dirt with several classmates and prepared to go shopping. But I found that she helped her parents recover 8000 yuan. Xiao Song showed great love and patience to this student. I often explain the truth of life to him, help him with his homework and explain topics. Sometimes it is after ten o'clock in the evening. After nearly a year's persistence, this student, who is considered by many teachers to be short of oil and salt and often has a score below 40, has embarked on the right track of learning under her guidance, and her Chinese scores have doubled, with a score above 80 in each exam!
Education guides students. Teacher Xiao Song not only showed his love, but also practiced it. One year, it was her class's turn to clean the toilet, and she cleaned it with her classmates. Whether it's a ladies' room or a men's room, she personally demonstrates to the students and cleans with them. When cleaning the men's toilet, she asked a boy to watch at the door of the toilet, and boys were not allowed to go in to relieve themselves. After cleaning with her classmates, she let the person who had done it go in. Girls who are not married in their early twenties are not afraid of being dirty and tired when they work. In her mind, working is not shy. What a glorious thing! For the students in the class, wherever she is needed, she will appear! In order to do a good job in the bilateral education between the school and parents, she mobilized the teachers in her class to pay a comprehensive visit to her students on the rest day. One day, they walked from morning to afternoon, and everyone's feet hurt and they couldn't walk. Later, the teacher with a car at school found out and drove to a far place to pick them up!
Through home visits, we can learn about students and their families. She knows that most of the students in this class have family difficulties, and she puts herself in the shoes of the students and their families. Other classes in other schools asked 100 to buy an extra set of homework, and she brought it for less than 40 yuan. That's what she bargained with the bookstore owner and gave to the students wholesale (below 30% discount). She never asks her students to pay an extra penny. She knows that rural students' families are in financial difficulties. She thinks it is a shame to profit from students, and she will never do so. For several students with particularly difficult families, she paid for their homework, pens and books. She has been like this for more than one semester, but every semester. In helping students with difficulties, she not only bought pens and notebooks for students, but also paid money to reward students who scored well in each unit exam and those whose scores improved compared with last time, encouraging students to study hard. Every unit is like this, every semester. Her idea is to give students not only a few notebooks and pens, but also a kind of mood and spirit.
In her class, two students' fathers died and their mothers remarried, so their study and life could not be more difficult. She called two students to live together and cooked for them every day, which solved the problem that two students had to pay living expenses when they lived on campus.
In this era, this sincere heart and selfless spirit for students, like a bright lamp, shines brightly on teacher Xiao Song, illuminates the children in the countryside and illuminates the unknown journey of rural schools.
Young teachers' grassroots speech 5 pages
Small ferry, small ferry, ferry is like a cradle. The sunrise shook down the fairy tale of the river, and the sunset shook down the colorful dreams. Small ferry, small ferry, ferry is like a springboard. The mountains are covered with petals in the heart, and the faith on the shoulders is revealed in the stormy night. Ah! Teacher, you are like a ferry in that mountain village. Cross the civilization into the hearts of the mountain people and send the mountain village to the other side of hope.
1988, studying in a high school in Dunhua. My ideal is to be a prosecutor. At that time, the wealthy village where I lived was remote and lacked teachers. Many children had never been to school after school age. So the village found me, and my heart was very entangled. I know that reading is the only way for us rural children to walk out of the mountains and realize their dreams. If I work as a teacher in the village, my ideal will be dashed. However, when I saw those children who dropped out of school because there was no teacher to teach them, and those generations who were unable to complete their studies because of poverty and were accompanied by poverty and ignorance all their lives, I made up my mind to give up my studies and become a private teacher in the village. For more people to complete their studies, realize their ideals, get rid of poverty and ignorance, and devote their lives.
When I first joined the work, my annual salary was only a few hundred yuan, and the working environment was very difficult. The school building is an old house where the educated youth in rural areas lived. Due to disrepair, it leaks in summer and it snows in winter. The glass on doors and windows is rarely intact, and some broken windows are nailed with fiberboard or plastic sheets. The classroom is dark and damp, the ground is slippery and uneven, the tables and chairs are worn out, and there is no water and electricity in the room. Students should bring their own water from home. Every cloudy day, the light in the classroom is too dim to read the words on the book clearly. Faced with these difficulties, I didn't flinch. In winter, I learned to make a stove to keep the children warm. When there is no firewood, I take my students to the nearby mountains to pick it up. In summer, the tables and chairs on the wet and uneven ground can't be placed smoothly, so I used Sunday to borrow soil from the slope behind the school to cushion it. In order to let children study in a well-lit classroom as much as possible, I took out part of my meager income to buy glass and repair most doors and windows. I have worked in this difficult environment for nearly ten years.
1995, with the help of the village and caring people, the new school building was built. After the school building is completed, new difficulties are in front of me. There is no fence, no toilet, no gate, and the playground is not backfilled and leveled. There was only one teacher in the school at that time. I have to be the head teacher and take charge of other affairs of the school. Introverted, I had to bite the bullet and ask the village and relevant departments for help again and again. In two years, I built wooden fences and toilets and painted the inside and outside of the teaching building. At that time, my family had settled in a friendly village four kilometers away from the school. My son is only three months old. I go out early and come back late every day, so I have no time to take care of the children. Sometimes when children cry, my mother-in-law goes door to door looking for milk to eat. Now my son often jokes with me that he grew up eating "milk for a hundred days". Although it was a joke, I sounded particularly sad. I owe my own children too much for other people's children. My son got allergic purpura at the age of fourteen and was in critical condition. He was sent to the First Hospital of Changchun Jida for treatment. At that time, it was near the end of the semester. In order not to delay the students to review for the exam, I gave my son a few instructions and then went back to work. Although I have paid so much, I don't regret it at all, because my contribution has been richly rewarded. Groups of children have achieved academic success and realized their ideals. Some of them go out of the mountains to display their talents in the outside world, and some use what they have learned to come back to build their hometown and get rid of poverty and become rich. Every year, the students I have taught come back to see me from all over the world. Seeing that they are all successful in their studies and have achieved something, I feel extremely happy when I think back on those faces full of longing and childishness in those years.
In fact, I am an extremely ordinary person and I have wavered in the face of difficulties. Because of busy work, in order to facilitate my mother-in-law to help me take care of my children, my son was weaned as soon as he called his mother back. Because of premature weaning, I have to rely on milk powder to supplement my nutrition, but I can't even afford a bag of milk powder for eight dollars. Considering that my meager income can't even support my own children, I am wavering. At that time, some sisters in the village worked in private enterprises, and their income was several times that of me. I began to plan to find another way out. But then something happened, which strengthened my belief. It was an evening a few days later. A girl in the class was ill and didn't come to class. I went to see her at his house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the girl and her mother curled up on the kang and kept coughing. The girl coughed up blood from her nose. Seeing this, my heart hurts. I quickly picked up the girl and ran to the clinic one kilometer away to give the child infusion treatment. When the child's condition stabilized and the nose stopped bleeding, I bought some medicine to take to the mother. Two days later, the girl skipped back to school. Although the money was not enough and all the money was spent, I was very happy to see healthy children returning to school. Since then, I have made up my mind that no matter how difficult it is, I will stick to it, and I will use my life to help the children in these poor villages realize their dreams.
In 2003, the teaching point where I worked for nearly 16 years was removed. I was transferred to the school in our village, Friendship Primary School. Being close to home, the teaching conditions are better than before, so you can put more energy into teaching. I know that if students want to succeed in their studies, they should help them set up lofty aspirations from an early age. I often talk about life and ideals with students in the form of theme class meetings, and then record my feelings about life and students' ideals as the driving force for students to learn and overcome difficulties in the future. Many students kept in touch with me in junior high school and university. They all like to communicate with me, and I have been paying attention to every step of their growth.
In 20 13, the friendly primary school was merged into a teaching point, and more than a dozen children in the village faced the difficulty of going to school without a teacher. I gladly accepted the arrangement of the school leaders and served as the head teacher of the compound class, responsible for the teaching of all subjects except English in both classes. I face great difficulties and pressure for those who have not taught two classes. In the classroom, on the one hand, we should stimulate students' interest, interact with students and cultivate students' autonomous learning ability. On the one hand, it is necessary to maintain the normal teaching order, arrange the learning content and time of one class and two classes reasonably and skillfully, and ensure that students do not slip the number. Every day after work, I am thirsty and tired. The most painful thing is when I have music class and art class. Because I am not a professional music art teacher, I know nothing about music theory and art knowledge. Music lessons can only teach children to sing some songs. I also suffer from severe pharyngitis and sing out of tune. It is difficult to give a song to students in its entirety. In art class, I can only teach children to know some colors and shapes and draw some stick figures. I also teach stick figures while learning. My greatest wish is to train children into all kinds of talents who can adapt to the future society and let their work be recognized by society and parents.
So far, I have cultivated this fertile land of education for 26 years. Looking back on my work in these years, I just did what I should do like many teachers. Like many teachers, I give my true love, do my best and have no regrets about education. At this time, I always think of my favorite song "Little Country Ferry".
Small ferry, small ferry, ferry is like a cradle.
The sunrise shook down the fairy tale of the river, and the sunset shook down the colorful dreams.
Small ferry, small ferry, ferry is like a springboard.
The mountains are covered with petals in the heart, and the faith on the shoulders is revealed in the stormy night.
Ah! Teacher, you are like a ferry in that mountain village.
Cross the civilization into the hearts of the mountain people and send the mountain village to the other side of hope.