Предмет: Русский язык, автор: Аноним

каким должен быть учитель

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Автор ответа: cernoskurana

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Я считаю, что быть учителем - это настоящее призвание. Далеко, не каждый человек сможет освоить такую сложную, ответственную и гуманную профессию, как учитель. Попробую рассказать, каким должен быть учитель в моем представлении.

Настоящий учитель должен любить свою работу. Если с утра вам не хочется идти в школу, вы не любите детей, вам не интересен свой предмет, то такая профессия не для вас. Учитель должен с душой относиться к своему делу и работа должна доставлять ему удовольствие и быть в радость.

Автор ответа: linarbakiev72

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Ответ:

нормальным, не дауном, не строгим, хороший, не задавал так много дз как мне ну и все

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