我的老师英语演讲稿（精选11篇）
Dear:
同志们：
My high school headteacher teaches my English. He is handsome. And he is very thin for hardwork. He is about forty years old. He looks serious. But in fact, he is kind, nice and warmhearted.
我的高中班主任教我们英语。他很帅气。因为工作辛苦，所以他很瘦。大概40岁左右。他看起来很严肃，但实际上他是很友好、善良、热心肠的
On the one hand, he is serious on study. Whoever doesn’t finish the homework or cheat in the exam, he will punish him or her badly. Sometimes he will let those students do doble homework or have another exam. Sometimes he will ask those students write reports on that behavior. But when teaching us in class, he is so patient. It’s the same when asking him questions. On the other hand, he will play with us after class. Meanwhile, if anyone has any difficuty in study or daily life, he will give a hand without hesitation.
一方面，他在学习上是很严格的。不管是谁没完成作业或者在考试中作弊他都会重重是惩罚他或她。有时候他会让他们做双倍的家庭作业或者重新再参加过另一个考试。有时候他会让他们对自己的行为写报告。但是，在课堂上教我们的时候他是很有耐心的。我们向他请教问题的时候也是一样的'。另一方面，在课后他会和我们一起玩。同时，如果我们任何人有任何关于学习或者日常生活上的困难，他都会毫不犹豫的伸出援手
All in all, we love our headteacher, though sometimes he is serious. We like his responsibility. We also appreciate his spirit to work for students heart and soul.
总之，虽然有时候他很严肃，但是我们爱我们的班主任。我们喜欢他的责任心。我们也欣赏他为了学生全心全意工作的精神。
Dear:
My favourite teacher is Mr Smith. I think he is one of the best teachers in my study life.
He is about thirty-five years old, he is tall and strong. He teaches us English. He has taught English for more than ten years. He always teaches us patiently. He always encourages us when we meet diffiucts in our study life. He is very kind to us and he is also very strict with us in our studies. In my eyes, he is not only an English teacher, but also a good friend. I often tell him something about my thoughts.
He always use useful ways to make classes lively and interesting, so students all like his class very much. He is one of the most popular teachers in our school. He always receives a lot of cards on Teachers' Day. But he says, “The best present for me is you--students' hard work.”
I'm very lucky to have such a good teacher.
Dear:
Tomorrow is teachers' day, I carefully to have taught me the sun for a gift. Know? In all the teachers, my impression of the sun.
From the three grade begins, the teacher teaches us maths. Although the sun teacher of humor, cheerful, but I fear she is from the heart, who call I usually not good at mathematics. Remember class-break setting-up exercise time, sun teacher told the class went downstairs to exercise. I was about to slip away from the teacher, did not expect the sun teacher saw me, her mouth to call me. No, I just go over. I was walking and Thinking: what went wrong in the end? Should not ah. Is it right? Did not pass the math test? Oh! I go forward. Unexpectedly, a past, is Mr. Sun told me cheerfully said: "Ji Kexin, teachers give you some clothes?" This is the original, I breathe a sigh of relief, nodded. I took the teacher gave me clothes back, the other students see, is very envious endless. I watched all the envious eyes, my heart warm. From then on, I like the sun, also fell in love with her lessons, learning has made great progress. Whenever I get good grades, I was always the teacher sun filled with gratitude.
A year ago, I study in sun care, care, growth in the sun with love woven into the warm cradle, how happy I am. Mr. Sun, I will thank you forever!
Dear:
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Dear:
Two secondary school teachers I remember show how different people can be though engaged in the same profession.
Mrs. Wang, my philosophy teacher, sent us to sleep less than ten minutes when she started talking in class. When a head nodded, she would point at the dozing student and made threatening remarks. She said that she was bored teaching us. Some students in her eyes had no desire to learn. But the other teacher Mr. Li always had bright eyes in a smiling face and encouraging words which showed that he loved Chinese history he was teaching and wanted us to love it too.
When it came to their attitudes to their students, they were different too. After Mrs. Wang finished her day’s lessens she felt that she had finished her job. Once when I asked her a question outside class about a term, she continued with preparation to leave and said that I could bring my question to class next week. Before I knew it she had put her keys into her handbag and walked out of the door. In the history class, however, a question even after the bell would still be given attention to by Mr. Li. He would rush to the board in a last minute attempt to clear up. Often he was seen with a number of students standing outside the classroom, discussing the day’s assignment.
Their methods of teaching were not like as well. Mrs. Wang stuck to the textbook and trained us how to memorize minute facts. However Mr. Li brought in films, maps, slides, tapes, anything that would help us learn. Once the whole class went to see the ’film Lin Zexu’ in order to better understand the history of the Opium War from 1840 to 1842.
Owing to these contrasts, I do not think I can forget either of my past teachers.
Dear:
My teacher is very beautiful, a piece of melon seeds face with a pair ofwatery big eyes, a pointed nose below a cherry small mouth. When the teacherwill be on a comb her long wavy hair, behind like opened a large and beautifulflower, scattered down and becomes a shawl, this is my teacher li. Miss li likemother kindly at ordinary times, I like her very much.
My teacher is very like me, for a long time, I on duty in the monitor ofthe class, I am very proud. When I meet with difficulties, the teacher willextend a hand of the gentle, help me to solve problem, teach me how to get alongwith classmates, how to solve some petty things in class, the teacher's carefulhelp, I slowly grow up.
On one occasion, the teacher give us homework dictation is family, becauseI don't have a dictation, hand in your homework on the second day, I have nohomework, also didn't tell the teacher. I know I'm wrong, but I don't have thecourage to admit your mistakes. The bell rang, the teacher came into theclassroom. My heart pounding incessantly, like a rabbit, I always low head,didn't look at the teacher. The teacher began to check my dictation, my heart isbeating more severe, the teacher call to: "KuiRenJie", I slowly walked to thefront of the teacher, is afraid of the teacher in the class criticized me, veryregret in my heart, if there's a rift in the classroom, I'll go into, hide. Imove to the front of the teacher step by step, the face rises very red,whispered: "I... I didn't write the teacher." Will I always thought the teachersternly criticized me, but the teacher did not do that, but rather patientlysaid to me: "hereafter have what matter all want to advance with the teacher toexplain, don't wait for the teacher found out again, so you will be veryembarrassing, reduce the credibility in front of the students." The teacher'swords and earnest, deeply printed in my heart. Every time I am determined tocomplete the teacher leave homework seriously, get rid of the bad habit.
My teacher is lighted up with flashes of holy in my heart, in my heartplanted the seeds of love.
Ladies and gentlemen,
How time flies! Two years have passed since Mrs Brown came to our school to teach English in September,20__. Now shes completed her work successfully and will leave for home tomorrow.Mrs Brown is very strict with us.Shes very patient and never tired of helping us in our studies.Her teaching is so lively and interesting that we can easily remember what she teaches us.We all like to attend her lectures.
Now I will,on behalf of all the students,express our gratitude to Mrs Brown for her remarkable work.We wish her a pleasant journey and good health.
Dear teachers：
Mr Shao taught me English when I was in Senior the bald head and hunchback, the fifty or some man distinguished himself from his counterparts in many ways.
He was so addicted to tobacco that he couldn`t even skip acigarette in the corridor at the interval between two classes. Due to the long time consumption of cigarettes, his teeth had gone totally bad and occasionally let off unpleasant smell which really disturbed us when we were talking to him. At times, he came to recognize it and consequently found out a solution. He suggested we write down our problems and he answer them in the written form. Although I knew all along that he was a careful man, his quotations of five different dictionaries on a single multiple choice problem was still beyond my wildest dream.
What`s more, none of us could imagine how excellent his ancient Chinese literature was. What he tended to do in his class was to recite several segments of the famous ancient prose and then put them into English. However, under the pressure of College Entrance Exam, the students didn`t seem to be so interested in his performance. Therefore, he tried to stimulate the class by editions of Times as prizes for answering questions. It worked on us instantly.
On the day of the entrance exam, he waited nervously with us out of the examination room. He kept reminding us not to drink water in case that we would feel like going to toilet during the exam. Not withstanding his constant claims that we students were far less important than his beloved daughter, we did feel his devotion to us.
Dear:
She has a sweet very patient and never gets angry or yells.
She encourages compliments my makes me feel special all the class is do many different never feel tired or bored.
Shes charming and an expert for answers every question we ask.
She demands a gives lots of we always work hard to please little things make her smile warms my simple praise is music to my ears.
Shes a good very fair to everyone.
She brightens up my never forget remember her forever.
Dear:
Last December, we said goodbye to a great man. A great man, but a typical Boilermaker. In his 94 years, Fred Fehsenfeld built a series of businesses that employed and enriched thousands of people around Indiana and the world. A model for what we now call lifelong learning, he was always on top of the latest technology, always conceiving large new projects and looking far into a future he could not possibly live to see. And modest about his achievements every step of the way.
He almost didn’t get the chance to do any of that. On his 18th birthday, in 1942, he left his freshman dorm room in Cary Hall and enlisted in the Army. He flew 86 missions over Europe with a storied unit in which almost half his fellow pilots were killed in action.
In an oral history of his experiences, Fred told of his first close-air dogfight combat. He was low to the ground, with bullets everywhere, and death perhaps an instant away. The interviewer asked, "What were you thinking at a moment like that?" Fred answered, "I was thinking, I finally got a chance to make some German pay for yanking me out of Purdue University." He survived the war, came back, still younger than most of you, to finish his M.E. degree and lead a life of e
Dear:
Some people say, you like. Our little progress and a little bit of resultsall gather the sweat of your hard work. Do you like the ship, led us to the seaof knowledge. Do you like hard gardener, to spread the knowledge of the rainevery day, we are nourishing the young trees.
You, whether it is frustrated or happy, you will always be accompanied bythe light of our. Teacher, why are you for nothing? You needn't have stayed uplate into the night without holding the mark; the exhausted body to ussmile.
Teacher, you are a construction worker, we are brick, you use the sweat tobuild us a house. Teacher, although you have no earth shattering performance.However, you to our growth not gave up how many days off endured many sleeplessnights, as you are a candle, burning themselves, others lit, you in a lifetimeof effort to cultivate our these flowers, the teacher is human soulengineer!
Teacher I want to say to you: "dear teacher, I thank you! I am verygrateful to you to accompany us through this turning point in life, toilluminate the road ahead of us."