Coming to the StarCraft to Be a Kindergarten Teacher: Perfect Transformation

On a sunny day, I walked to the kindergarten with a slightly heavy step. I gently pushed open the classroom door, walked into the classroom, put my backpack on the table, and then took a deep breath, ready to face new challenges.

Soon, the other teachers began arriving, and a unique morning meeting was about to begin. At this early hour, we gathered together to embrace the challenges and opportunities of a new day's work. Everyone's face was filled with anticipation for the future, as if telling each other: Today will be a day full of hope and achievement! As everyone gradually arrived, the teacher in charge of the morning meeting stepped forward with a smile and said in her clear and pleasant voice, "Well, now that all the teachers are here, let's begin today's morning meeting games!" With that, she gently clapped her hands, signaling silence. She then detailed the rules and precautions for today's morning meeting games and encouraged everyone to actively participate.

"Okay, today's morning meeting is over. Teachers, please dismiss." As the morning meeting host, Teacher Ma, finished speaking, the teachers hurried to the kitchen. I followed the other teachers, wondering what delicious breakfast would be. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw the chefs busily preparing food, and the aroma filled my nostrils.

"Wow, rice noodles this morning!" As a native of Yunnan, my love for rice noodles is deeply ingrained in my soul. Every time the delicate and smooth rice noodles blend with the delicious broth on my tongue, I feel a unique sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

At this moment, a bowl of steaming rice noodles sits before you, emitting an alluring aroma. The rich broth is like a painting of flavor, each bite imbued with a mellow, umami flavor. The rice noodles, like dancing elves, dance and twirl in your mouth, delivering an unparalleled culinary experience.

Faced with such a tempting delicacy, my once heavy heart couldn't help but lighten. Life's stresses and worries seemed to be temporarily cast aside, replaced by a focus and ecstasy on this bowl of rice noodles. Each strand of rice noodle carries memories and emotions of home, giving me a strong sense of belonging as I savor it.

"Alright! Dear children of Class 1, we've finished our delicious breakfast, drank our sweet water, and rested for a bit. Now, let's polish our dance once more, striving to get every detail right!" The music started, and the children danced to the rhythm. I carefully observed each child's movements, offering guidance and corrections as needed.

"Fanfan, raise your arms a little higher." "Ruirui, pay attention to the rhythm of the dance steps." I reminded the children softly, trying to make their dance more perfect.

I was delighted to see the children gradually mastering the dance techniques and their movements becoming more coordinated. However, I noticed that some of the children's expressions were not lively enough.

"My dears, imagine that you are the most beautiful flowers, blooming in the sunshine." I guided the children and asked them to convey the emotions of the dance through their expressions.

The children were very quick to understand and immediately understood what I meant, with bright smiles on their faces. Their performance became even more wonderful, like a group of lively and lovely little angels.

Perhaps due to the extreme physical and mental exhaustion of the past few days, I felt that suffocating, breathless feeling return this morning. It was as if an invisible weight weighed heavily on my chest, making it difficult to breathe freely. Every inhale felt like a struggle against an invisible force, and every exhale became a labored struggle. This discomfort gradually spread throughout my body, making it feel heavy and weak.

The moment I fell, I heard the kids in my class scream, "Teacher Li has fallen!" Seeing me fall, they must have scared the class, shouting, "Teacher Li! Teacher Li!" They anxiously gathered around me, their eyes filled with worry. "I'm so sorry, everyone! I'm so sorry for scaring you all!" I also apologize to Mom and Dad. When I encountered a problem, I didn't calm down and think about how to properly resolve it. Instead, I chose the most inappropriate approach of a silent response: the silent treatment. I know this was wrong. Not only would it not solve the problem, it might even make it worse. I should have proactively communicated with everyone and worked together to find a solution. Looking back now, I deeply regret my actions. When I come to my senses, I will work hard to correct this mistake, learn to handle problems and conflicts the right way, and stop scaring those who care about me. I hope Mom and Dad will forgive my impulsiveness and ignorance this time. Before closing my eyes, I recalled my parents' meticulous care over the past thirty years and the caring eyes of my children, and my heart was filled with warmth.

I know that I cannot let them down. I must recover as soon as possible and return to them.