As a teenager, I am often asked what I am going to be in the future. A lawyer? A doctor? Or a scientist? No, my ideal career is to be a teacher. One of the _________for that is I want to be a teacher like Mr. Chen.

“Look! Do you know what it is? A-ha, it’s the _________! And it will always move around the sun.” Mr. Chen said and pointed to his head. He then touched the nose and _________, “Can you tell me the name of this mountain? It is the highest mountain on Earth! What’s the _________of it? Yes, it’s 8844.43 metres…” I’ll never forget my first geography lesson. He was _________ humorous that we all fell in love with his lessons   _________. It’s Mr. Chen who opened the door of geography for us.

Generally speaking, most of the teachers are strict _________students and sometimes a little bit demanding (苛求的), not so with Mr. Chen. He is a lighthouse, showing us the way to the treasure of knowledge. He is a friend and easy to get _________with, always encouraging us to speak out loud without _________our shyness and other disadvantages. He is an example, volunteering his time to students and other teachers.

One day I happened to meet him in the hospital. Seeing the cut on his arm, I realized he was donating his __________. I was moved and was __________another lesson, a lesson of love and devotion.

Every time I see my globe (地球仪), it would __________me of Mr. Chen. He is the most unforgettable teacher I have __________met and he will always be. Someday I hope I am __________ to be a teacher like him.

Thank you, Mr Chen, thank you for making learning not a job but a joy.

Thank you for helping me to discover what I do best and to do it even __________.

Thank you for understanding all of us and giving us the time and care each of us needs.

I loved my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Gross. She had such a sweet smile and was ______to us. I wasn’t sure what her ______was at the time but she already looked very motherly. She never ______her students. To me it felt like having a second mother as my teacher. I always _______the times I spent in her classroom.

One such memory is still with me to this day. We were doing math problems while Mrs. Gross walked through the classroom ______our work. I finished first and lifted my ______ up just as Mrs. Gross walked up behind me. She looked at my work and______, saying, “Well done, Joe. You’re a______ boy.” It felt good to be______ . From that moment on I always tried my best. I always wanted to be what she considered me to be. She awakened a______ in me to be the best person I could be. With her gentle love and ______ I started down a wonderful path that I am still on today.

David Whyte wrote, “People are hungry, and one good word is______ for a thousand.” I think the good words Mrs. Gross gave me helped me______ my own good words with others. I think the______ Mrs. Gross showed me helped me give love to others. Kind words, loving acts and a helping hand are______ in the eyes of someone in need. Make your life a gift of love.

My father used to like drinking. Every time when he got ______, he would shout loudly and beat my ______,who left my father and me when I was seven.

I went to a boarding(寄宿的)______when I was thirteen，and I finally didn’t have to see my father drunk every day. However, I didn’t talk to anybody and spent all my spare time alone in school because of the pain in my heart. When other boys were ______on the playground, I would sit there alone. This lasted for several weeks until a new______who was about forty came to our class.She, of course, ______I was different. She asked me to answer her question in her first class.I stood up and answered her question in a very ______voice, with my head down.That noon, after lunch, she found me and had a ______with me. She asked me if I needed any help. Nobody had ever cared about me like that. I ______told her everything about my family.

“Things won’t get ______,” she said.

From that day on, every time when she saw me, she would give me a ______. She often asked me to answer her questions in class, and she helped me with my ______after class. As time went by, I didn’t feel so lonely as before.

The day I left that school, I ______her why she did all that for me.

“My mother died when I was ten. I know how hard it is ______a mother,” she said.

I will never______her—my dearest teacher.