today is teacher's day, and in the early morning when i was on my way to office, i saw many small students holding a bound of or just few pieces of flowers in their hands, obviously they were gifts for their teachers. this scene recalled my memory of my ever teachers, some of them were so kind to me, which impressed me in my heart deeply, and i would be grateful to them forever.

but here, i want to describe another teacher during my senior high school , who taught us mathematics, at the same time, he was in charge of our class. i believe in most of my classmates' memory, he is a very good teacher, with profound knowledge, sometimes severe, sometime kind. actually, he led our class jumping from the last one to the front ranks among eight classes.

however, in my heart, he was not good as i describled previously. why? cos he dealed with one matter in a improper way. one day i was asked to his office, he told me that one of my roommates lost 200 yuan, then he asked if i had seen that 200. though he spoke with me in a very tender way, i felt i was subjected to indignity and humiliation. i said that i never saw that money, but he seemed that he didn't believe what i said, and then he taught me with a long talk. i have forgotten what he had said, but the terrible feeling hit me badly. the feeling when you are wronged,  what's worse, by the one that you respect, faded my respect with him, and from then on, i never communicated with him on my own.

it is really a pity in my deep heart.