In the second semester of our freshman year, we started taking professional English.

The English teacher is in his early thirties, dressed as Converse, and wears his own trend, and his classmates in other classes call him "Converse Man". But there's no denying that he's handsome.

I'm a person who hates English, because the more I learn, the more I can't, and I despise myself.

I worked hard for a year in the third year of high school, and my English for the college entrance examination was just enough to reach 80, and I went directly to class C when I went to university, which simply hit my self-confidence. Well, in this case I gave up on the English language.

Professional English is actually not difficult, but I have been mixed in the question bank and can't extricate myself, and my pronunciation is miserable. My profession is to deal with all kinds of people, and I have to pass the oral level.

The English teacher asked someone to read every time he finished the lesson, which made me always feel a little frightened when I was in this class because he would lose his temper.

In fact, what the whole class didn't expect was that the English teacher's temper was so irritable under the humble and polite appearance.

Whoever makes a little bit of a gesture in class, he will wake up and ask, "What are you doing?" What do you want to do? He shouted loudly and with majesty. In this tense atmosphere, the classmate would say, "I'm listening to the class." The teacher will ask, "Okay, I just talked about that, you repeat it." ”

To be honest, even I, who had been listening to the lecture, had forgotten what he had just said, not to mention that he was not necessarily listening to the lecture and would repeat what he had said. So what awaits him is that the teacher has scolded him enough, and you can continue to sit down and listen to the class. And the rest of our classmates, like elementary school students, sat silently with their heads bowed - being trained.

As long as it is a professional English class, I will always prepare in advance, and I can't lose face as a college student.

On that day, he asked everyone to read the dialogue with their tablemates, and I read the dialogue, which had more words I didn't recognize. It stumbled when I read it, and it was a bit funny overall. When I finished reading the third sentence and was about to turn the page for the next sentence, the teacher suddenly repeated my previous sentence. He didn't repeat it, the point was that he made a slight stuttering tone, as if he was laughing at my pronunciation. My face turned red and I felt like it was going to burn. Of course, under impulse, before I finished reading at the table, I turned the pages of the book very hard, and it was very loud.

Everyone has to pay for their impulsiveness, and before I could react when I turned the page, the English teacher's temper flare attacked, and he yelled directly at me, "Who are you angry at?" "It was the first time he made people look so scared, even if he usually scolded, but it felt more majestic. This time it was different, he felt that I had challenged him, and his face changed.

Under the watchful eye of the whole class, the English teacher walked up to me, and at that moment, I felt that he was not the embodiment of some handsomeness, but a beast of prey, ready to attack.

"Is it thin-skinned? Can't you say it? I'll just liven up the atmosphere, who are you angry at? "That's what he said when he came up to me.

My head hung very low, and if there was a hole, I thought, I would have gotten into it.

I have a thin skin since I was a child, and when others say it, I feel that I can't hang it on my face, and I have to worry about it in my heart for a few days. After going to school, learning is okay, and it is rare for the teacher to say this in front of the whole class, and I instantly feel that my self-esteem has been hit by 10,000 points.

He asked me to sit down in silence, but since then, he has remembered me and I have remembered him.

After class, I had a good relationship, and I said a lot in front of me, and the summary was, "In college, we have to be thick when we should be thick-skinned, and we still have to go through the ups and downs of society, and being told by the teacher is nothing." ”

Thinking about it later, too, we will always be the treasure of our parents, but we cannot become the darlings of society, what you can do is: let go of yourself, don't live in your own little world.

A good face is nothing, but it also depends on the situation, in front of people who have nothing to do with you, the face you value is worthless.

Finally, I would like to say that learning is never-ending, and don't choose to give up because you don't want to. It's easy to give up, but it's hard to start over.