A Worst Teacher

I adopt a terrible teacher in my pump school day life, his name is Jian Yang. Mr. Yang was my Chinese teacher, he has model stature, but every time I bethink his face, I feel nausea. I had dreamed more or less him several times, his face was clearly emerging in my mind, I lead never forget his pair of fierce eyes and that wicked mouth. Mr. Yang was the worst teacher in my heart school, although most my middle schools teachers are not very good. My middle school is a private school. When I was sophomore, Mr. Yang and our Music teacher had been espousal at homogeneous year.We every(prenominal) think they will deport a ceremonious wedding soon. But the fact is not what we think. In Chinese school, every teacher has an assistant in each class, those assistants help teacher pick up papers and books, or take homework from us and edit then. My friend Yu was Mr. Yangs assistant. Yu was a tricksy girl, she have nice voice and smooth long hair. But I detected a irrelevant thing ever y time she moxie to classroom from Mr. Yangs office, her emotion had been changed, sometimes glad, sometimes displeased.Mr.Yang must did something to her, I thought, anyway its not my business. Five years later, once all my middle schools friends and I went to my birthday party, I began to ask our middle school careers mysteries of the unknown. Yu began to crying, I understand why, and ask her you cry because Mr. Yang, right? Yes. She answered. Then I took her to side. She said as she cried He is my boyfriend. I been shocked, doesnt he have fiancee? Is this the reason why Mr. Yang and our music teacher havent done their wedding yet?I have a thousand questions to ask Yu, but it isnt right timing. Yu kept telling me, and my eyes being opened more and more large. Wait did you piece say you went to hotel with him? I ask her. Um He also asks me some excessive demands. About At same time, I cannistert inhibit my dander. I tried to call my friend and go think him, but Yu leave officeped me. Let him go, we were just now break, I believe that he wont have a blest wedding. Right, I thought, he did once, and then he will do twice, until he die, he will never find true love.Whenever I bethink of this event, I cant stop to think and image Mr. Yangs lousy eyes. I remember once my classmate enthalpy and I got a fight in second floor of our schools hostel. This event becomes a caption in my middle school. The source of the story is, one day afternoon, my friend Bob and I were contend soccer in ours room. afterwards 30 minute Bob has accidentally kicked our roommate atomic number 1s kettle. We looked at each others face and slackened about ten seconds, and then he hurriedly said, Hide it And never mention this kettle, or stay it, anyway no one knows.I gesture immediately because I felt alike I am an ant on a hot pan, but after half hour, this guilty feeling has gradually disappeared. I didnt break anything, I thought, but I wont tell anyone Bob did it. Un til to evening, we were all going to class, suddenly, a sleazy voice came Who did it Who break my kettle? No one break your kettle Go to your mystify and sit our math teacher stand behind Henry and said Henry have got to do so. After evening class, Henry walked to me and asked about his broken kettle. I pretend to do my homework and said outweart know.Then I were peeping him once when he walked away. Second evening class was Mr. Yangs Chinese class, After this period, every student began to walk back to schools hostel I followed spate until to second floor of the hostel, a soft and cold voice came to my right ear, even I can felt that breath, I know is you, swindler. What did you just said? I yelled. And then he yelled back I know is you broke my kettle, Bob told everything to me. Suddenly, I felt I been insult, I lost my mind, clenched my fist and gave his nose a full power punch, and he punched back of course.The result of this fight was disastrous, Henrys nose bone been broke by me, and my right calf been slashed and the wound is about three inches. Thats why this event becomes a legend in my middle school. We cardinal have been taken to hospital then, two hours later we two back to our room. Henrys bad is under mine, a kind of heavy atmosphere around this room for whole night.At 12 oclock Mr. Yang came to our room, he punched my right calf and yelled you Get up And this punch such as rubbing salt in my wound. I groan out what are you doing? What did you do, he asked back to me, You just broke a nose bone, dont you know it? I know, but he cut my leg also, I watched his angry eyes and keep groan out you even dont realize the fact and conclude it my fault? The fact is you hurt Henry, he said. I hesitate two second, its really my fault? Henry didnt hurt me? I know the fact is Henry cut my calf, and Mr. Yang punched at same wound just 10 second ago. I was hardly get up and trying to debate with Mr. Yang, He was Mr. Yang interrupts my speech and yelled You have nothing to argue, school will expel you Then he shut the door hardly. I cant believe it, he such a dictator and gave me a conviction.While Im thinking, Henry laughed. Then he said deserved nemesis, you know who am I? My dad and our president are old friend. I can even call the president dad. I was silenced. At that time, I understand everything. I understood why Mr. Yang says that, but why does he punch my calf, will he get his wage reaping up? By this point, I classify Mr. Yang is a lackey. A teacher teaches student a circularise of things include morality, not just education. You may never meet a teacher such like Mr. Yang. Something that cannot be publicity, but I must write about it. I will never meet a teacher great then Mr. Yang.