Top 10 Best Essays on Memories with Teachers and School

"Though the years pass by and the once dark hair fades, the teacher remains standing by the schoolyard, watching over me as I journey through life. No matter how many stars I count tonight, no matter how many autumn leaves fall, there’s one thing I know – the teacher's influence is immeasurable, and I'll never be able to count the debt I owe."

Teacher, another year is almost over, isn't it? I wonder if you still remember me. I still remember you clearly. Today, amidst the busyness of life, I paused to reflect, and when I heard the song 'The Teacher,' memories of you and my classmates came flooding back. I recall practicing that song for the school performance. Why does it evoke so many emotions now? I remember those days, sitting in the classroom, listening to your voice, receiving your kind advice, and having you patiently explain when I didn’t understand. Now, I’ve graduated and entered the workforce, and life is not as simple as the poems we read, nor as beautiful as the rosy dreams we once had. It’s a struggle, filled with competition and jealousy. Teacher, I long to return to that year, to those moments when I felt lost or disappointed. I wish to see your gaze and smile again, for they always gave me the strength and hope to continue on my path.

Teacher, November 20th is coming soon! I wonder if the students in your class have prepared a special performance for you. Have they been mischievous or made you sad? Unfortunately, I won’t be able to visit you this year because of work, but I’ll sing a song for you. I'll sing 'The Boatman of Dreams,' a song that helped us grow and mature. There are quiet footsteps that no one notices, just like how we were a year ago – the students may not yet understand your silent sacrifices, your sweat, and your words. It’s only when they’re no longer there that they will regret, just like me now, as I write this heartfelt message. I truly understand now the depth of your words and the precious, quiet effort you’ve given us. Teacher, I don’t have much time left to talk to you, but on this occasion, I want to sincerely thank you, words I’ve never spoken before.

Teacher, I wish you a lifetime of passion, spreading light to future generations. I hope your smile always shines brightly, bringing hope and optimism to your students. I wish your eyes to remain bright, reminding everyone that 'Life is never difficult if we keep our faith and strive.' I wish for your legs to remain strong, so you can walk with generations to come. And I hope your hands stay agile, steering the boat of knowledge toward the truth of life. Lastly, I wish you health, wisdom, and the grace to be not only a brilliant educator but also a wonderful mother and wife.

Finally, I want to send my wishes to all the teachers across the country: health, joy, and endless contributions to strengthening our nation's education system.

Who hasn’t longed to return to their childhood, to the land of memories? They flood back gently, yet deeply, sweet and full of longing. I can almost hear the school bell ringing again, and see the delicate petals of the flamboyant trees falling each summer. Countless memories pressed into the pages of my school days. Oh, how I miss my old school! The distant past seems to return as vividly as the first day I stepped into school. I recall the gentle gaze of my teacher, warm enough to comfort me during the coldest nights. The sound of my teacher’s voice still echoes as I walk down my path. All of these moments have become part of me—memories that remind me that life is beautiful. In this picture woven from memories, teachers are the brightest, warmest, and most beautiful hues. Without the memory of them, the picture would feel cold, lifeless, and devoid of meaning.

I still remember the first lesson my teacher gave: 'People live to love one another.' Live a life that is good, beautiful, and meaningful, so that we don’t regret the years we’ve wasted. Yes, now I understand so much more about life, teacher!

In this moment, my heart is filled with deep emotions. I wish to send my gratitude to my teachers on the wind – those who have guided my boat to its destination. I wish them endless peace, happiness, wisdom, and eternal love.

Thank you so much, teacher!

Happiness is when you live fully, knowing how to fall, rise, and keep going. Never give up! ... Yes, I understand now, teacher!
Suddenly, I sit quietly by myself, reminiscing about you, the days that have passed, and the corner of the blackboard where I once stood. And I remember your smile, a smile that carried something deep, hidden in your heart – you never spoke it aloud. Life, isn't it always like that? Simple, everyday, but also incredibly generous, sincere, and noble.

Back then, I was a playful, curious literature student, full of youthful ideals, carefree, never concerned with numbers, equations, or the complexities of math. To me, 'mathematics' only made life dull, monotonous, and tedious.

Then you appeared with your unique smile and those 'ear pulls' – ouch, teacher! ... you made me study, stand in front of the class, and practice math. At first, it felt awkward, but eventually, I got used to it, didn't I? You smiled and said nothing ...

You often told the class, 'Live peacefully, open your heart, trust, care, and help everyone – this way, happiness will come to you in its fullness.' I asked, 'But what about bad people?' You smiled and said nothing ...

You told us, 'Create dreams and strive to fulfill them. Don't stop or lose faith when you stumble – if obstacles arise, calmly find the best solution.' I asked again, 'How can we create a dream?' You smiled and said nothing ...

We must treasure life, you said, for it is a priceless gift from nature. Don’t waste what you have – do you understand?' I answered, 'I don’t understand yet, teacher.' You smiled and said nothing ...

You really were something, asking but never answering, just smiling. This time, you smiled brightly and said, 'Happiness is when you live fully, knowing how to fall, rise, and keep going. Never give up!'

I still didn’t understand what happiness truly was – was it the smile when we touch the shores of glory, or the tears when the path becomes blocked, chaotic? I couldn’t figure it out, teacher, because life is so colorful, so multifaceted. Our understanding of life is vast and unique to each person – right and wrong, good and bad, all come from individual perspectives. So why shouldn’t I smile at fate, teacher? I must believe in tomorrow, as long as I have determination and trust in my dreams. Everyone faces moments where it seems impossible to overcome – it’s life, and we must learn to rise. I believe in everything you said, and no matter what, I still trust in tomorrow and in a life that is fair to all. Don’t you agree, teacher?

That smile – the innocent smile of youth has passed. Oh, how many memories I have of school, those autograph books, and those 'ear pulls' for lazy students. I know now that no happiness lasts forever, but the image of you will remain in my heart forever – teacher, I will never forget you.

Do you remember that day? The day you told us you were going to be a mother. You were so happy, your smile radiant, looking at us with love. But did you know that behind that smile, we all felt sorrow? You were going to be a mother, and we wondered if you’d still love us the same. We said nothing, but looking into your eyes, I knew you understood – the jealousy of your beloved students, so foolish, wasn’t it, teacher? You smiled and said that 'little Bông' would go to law school, something you dreamed of but never could achieve. I didn’t understand why law, when there are so many noble professions that bring wealth and glory. But you smiled because that was your dream, your love.

Time passed, and we eagerly awaited 'little Bông's' arrival. The boys joked about teaching her to play football, do martial arts, and whistle. The girls gathered to talk about buying her lots of dolls. So silly – 'little Bông' wasn’t even a girl, yet we all hoped for her arrival.

And then time passed, as it always does. I couldn’t believe it, teacher, when our headmaster came rushing in to say, 'She has given birth to little Bông, but… she is no longer with us.' The entire class fell silent, the air heavy with sorrow. Forty-five hearts were stunned. And then, I cried – I cried, teacher! Then, the whole class cried, we cried as we never had before – we lost you, didn’t we? Why, at this moment of joy, were there no smiles but bitter, choking tears? I don’t understand, teacher.

Teacher! Do you see? Little Bông is already in school. Time flies by so fast. Looking back, I now see that life truly has meaning. It will be happiness if we live true to ourselves, not for show, but with ideals and passion in our hearts. We must give, share, and care – this is the truth, the aspiration we must follow, don’t you think, teacher?

Whenever I see little Bông smile, I think of you. It’s the same smile, the same bright eyes that we all loved. It feels as though you’re still with us, cheering us on, giving us the strength to rise every time we fall. I’ve learned to smile when I’m sad, disappointed, and lonely. I’ve learned to stand up every time I fall, using my own abilities. I’ve learned to show determination whenever it’s needed. Nothing is impossible, right, teacher? I’ve learned what dreams are, and how to make them come true. Oh, it’s so simple, yet it’s a long journey of awareness, thoughts, and reflections on life, isn’t it, teacher?

That smile followed me through many years in the army, giving me confidence – a source of strength every night during the marches. I know now that I must live in harmony with everyone, in sync with the rhythm of life. I will never bow to fate, but will face life’s challenges head-on. That smile is immortal, it’s the march of soldiers, the fire in our hearts lighting our souls. And I will always smile – smile brightly, peacefully, just like you, teacher.

I’ve grown, teacher! I no longer cry when I’m sad, I now seek answers for my own life – I’ve grown up, haven’t I, teacher?

Time flies, and it feels like the days of dreams are now gone. You have passed, but your memories will never fade from our minds. Even more than that, you gave me everything – faith, sincerity, and the strength to rise and face tomorrow. Thank you, teacher, for everything. I’ve never said it, but I will live with responsibility, with love, kindness, and the compassion you showed us.

Teacher, I understand now – it was those 'ear pulls' that helped me become who I am!

As the 20th of November approaches, I think of you even more. Though you’ve gone, you’ll always be remembered in my heart, along with my sincerest thanks. And to all my friends, each of us has our own unique memories of our teachers – the ones who helped us navigate to the shores of happiness. Don’t just stop at words, show your appreciation through meaningful actions to honor those noble values on Vietnam Teachers' Day!

The Beloved School

The three years of high school may seem short to many, but they are far from brief. During that time, many students focused solely on their studies, eager to finish high school quickly and move on to university, to gain freedom. As for me, I saw those years as precious — the happiest period of my life because I was studying at this school, at this high school, which I truly cherished.

Indeed, time flies, never waiting for anyone. In the blink of an eye, those three years passed, and sometimes I can't believe that now I'm one of the oldest students at the school. I still vividly remember my first impression of this school. When I saw older students get accepted, I admired them so much. Every time my parents took me to town, we would pass by the school gates. Back then, the gentle slope leading up to the school was lined with trees that cast cool shadows over the students walking to class during hot summer afternoons. Beyond the gates stood an old sign in faded blue with the school's name in bold white letters, waiting to hold countless secrets for me to uncover. That moment sparked my desire to attend this school, and eventually, despite my lower score, I made it. The day I received my results, I felt an overwhelming rush of joy and pride, mixed with excitement about a new future, a new environment, and a life of independence away from home at just 15 years old. I wanted to shout to the world, 'I MADE IT! The dream I've held for so long is finally coming true.'

I stepped into the school for the first time on a sunny July morning. Even though the weather wasn’t cold, my hands and feet trembled with nervousness. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a warm, welcoming glow, greeting us new students. I could not forget the steep slope of the school driveway, which had already exhausted much of my energy. Clad in my white uniform, I felt a sense of pride wearing the school badge, realizing that I was growing up. Those first few days in class were difficult as I had to adjust to a completely new environment, leaving behind everything familiar and comfortable. Being someone who preferred solitude, making new friends was a challenge, but life requires adaptation, and gradually, I got to know nearly everyone in my class. Thirty-six individuals, each with their own personality, yet we formed a united group. We supported each other through our studies. Today, the person I have become, a more mature and self-confident individual, owes a lot to my teachers. They were like second parents, guiding us to become better people.

If teachers are the ones who guide students across rivers, then the teachers at my school are truly devoted navigators. My school may not be as grand as some in the cities, but to me, it is the most special place in the world. To me, it’s more precious than a million diamonds, because every day here, I learn something new. I’m able to connect with the patriotic spirit of our nation, brought to life through literature and poetry taught by my teachers. I’ve come to understand the heroic history and sacrifices of our ancestors to protect our land. Thanks to my teachers' dedication, we also explored the mysteries of subjects like mathematics, physics, and chemistry, which I found both fascinating and challenging. All of this is thanks to our teachers, who silently work hard day in and day out to teach us. They impart important moral lessons, helping us become responsible and thoughtful individuals. My teachers always cared deeply for us, worrying about our shortcomings and guiding us along the way. And as I stand at the threshold of knowledge today, I owe it all to them.

The love for my school, THPT ............, is not just built on academic achievements but also through memorable moments — the first day of school, Teacher's Day celebrations, and the trees that bloom every spring, decorating our campus. I love the moments when all the students rush out for recess, just like bees swarming their hive, full of joy and energy. I love the traditional dances performed by the girls in their elegant Ao Dai on special occasions. I cherish every part of the school grounds — each bench, each patch of earth holds the memories of laughter and conversations shared with friends. I remember both the happy and difficult times, standing side by side with my classmates as we overcame academic challenges and even experienced the innocent flutter of first love, the sweet moments of youth. Those memories are beautiful!

And you know, we all share a similar story. Each of us has a time in school filled with innocent memories. For me, my school years were joyful and meaningful. There were times when I forgot my homework and was scolded by the teachers, but those moments are part of what made my high school experience unforgettable. Time keeps moving forward, and soon, we’ll all say goodbye to this school, moving on to new environments and new lives. But no matter where life takes us, this school will always hold a special place in my heart — THPT ............, my beloved school!

It's no coincidence that people refer to school as one's "second home." It is here that we receive knowledge, build character, and where dreams are planted and nurtured. School is where we forge lasting friendships and experience the bond between teachers and students. For me, [High School Name] is indeed my second home.

Everyone holds a special place in their hearts for the school they attended, and I am no different. But it's not just about affection or attachment; there is a deep sense of pride I feel for my school, [High School Name], and its accomplishments over the past 55 years.

Founded in September 1961, [High School Name] was one of the first high schools in Thai Binh Province.

The school initially started in a simple thatched hut near Nguyen Cong Tru Lake under the name Tiền Hải Secondary and High School. Later, it was divided into two separate systems and moved to a new campus on National Road 39, Nguyen Cong Tru Street, District 3, Tiền Hải Town, Thai Binh Province. From just two tiled-roof buildings, the school now boasts 38 standard classrooms and 4 computer labs with 90 machines. The student population has grown rapidly, from just 203 students in the 1961-1962 academic year to nearly 2000 students across grades 10, 11, and 12 over the course of 55 years.

Over these 55 years, generations of teachers and students have tirelessly worked to make the school what it is today, earning notable accolades such as the Government's Certificates of Merit in 1996 and 2009, a Second-Class Labor Medal in 2011, National Standard School recognition in 2010-2011, and the Government's Certificate of Merit again in 2015.

These accomplishments are largely due to the dedication of the teachers here, who have imparted knowledge to generations of students. More than half (52.5%) of the school's teaching staff were once students here. Our teachers are highly qualified, passionate, and dedicated to their profession. During my three years here, I have not only gained academic knowledge but have also learned valuable lessons in ethics and character from my teachers. While they may seem strict at times, I have always felt the deep care they have for their students, as evidenced by their efforts to help us understand the material fully. I have come to realize that love doesn't always have to be expressed through flowery words; it can also be shown through quiet, uncelebrated actions. Just like how an engineer beams with pride at a newly built bridge, a farmer smiles at a field ready for harvest, a teacher feels fulfilled seeing their students grow and succeed.

Three years may seem short in the grand scheme of life, but for a student, it is everything. I feel as though all my memories here are fresh, as if they happened just yesterday. The first day I entered this school, unlike the first day of elementary school, is etched in my memory. The joy of knowing I had passed the entrance exam, the excitement of looking forward to the opening ceremony, the nervousness of putting on my white school uniform with the school's emblem and logo. When I was in middle school, I admired the older students wearing the uniform with the school's logo, knowing they had worked hard to be here. For me, wearing the uniform for three years has always been a source of pride. The logo is not just a symbol of the school, it carries profound meaning. The logo's bright, elegant colors represent peace, hope, and dreams – dreams that this school helps to nurture. The torch and book in the logo symbolize trust and the desire to conquer the heights of knowledge, inspiring every student who passes through these doors.

Time has flown by, and now I am a senior in grade 12. While I know I cannot stop time, I wish it would slow down so I can cherish more memories at this school. I think about the row of pine trees behind the school, where we used to gather to escape the heat during physical education lessons. I love the campus; every patch of land and every stone bench holds beautiful memories with my friends. I think about the A, B, and D buildings, the hallways filled with the laughter of students. I know that we all must grow up, and eventually, new students will occupy these classrooms, but I am not ready to let go of this playful, carefree time.

Sometimes I think about what the school will be like 5 or 10 years from now when I return. It will feel both unfamiliar and familiar. Unfamiliar because there will be changes, such as improved infrastructure. Familiar because this is where I spent three unforgettable years, and how could I forget the place I consider my second home? I've met many alumni who, when talking to me, ask, "How's the school doing?" It may seem like a simple question, but I can see the deep fondness in their eyes for the place they once called home. I imagine that when I graduate and become an alumnus, I will do the same – looking at the students wearing the school's badge, recalling my time here, and asking about the school's progress.

I'll never forget the time when I told some alumni about the 55th anniversary celebration of the school's founding. They expressed their envy and admiration, saying how lucky I was to be part of such an important event. Even students from the 8th and 9th grades, from other schools, shared how they wished they could be part of such a grand occasion. They said they would work even harder to pass the entrance exam so they could study at [School Name]. Hearing their thoughts made me realize how fortunate I am to be part of this milestone. The 55th anniversary celebration was not only a significant event marking the school's journey, but also a reminder of our love and devotion to this place that has shaped our lives.

I remember five years ago, eagerly waiting to attend the 50th anniversary celebration. The lively atmosphere during the cultural performances and the bonfire is still vivid in my memory. Now, as the 55th anniversary approaches, I feel the same excitement. I know that this celebration will leave me with more beautiful memories to carry with me throughout my life.

To commemorate the 55th anniversary, the school has organized numerous activities such as teaching and learning competitions, and special events for teachers. The students are also actively participating in various initiatives like recycling paper and cans, planting flowers to beautify the campus. I participated in the tree-planting event under the scorching sun, but the smiles on my classmates' faces made it all worthwhile. As each flower blooms, it will add to the school's beauty during this important occasion. And just like me, deep down, all the children of [School Name] hold this place in their hearts. Every tree, every blade of grass, and every classroom will forever remain in our memories.

I, along with every generation of students who have passed through the doors of [School Name], will always remember it as a peaceful harbor and a solid spiritual foundation to continue our journey through life’s challenges.

Another batch of students will soon graduate, but the teachers will remain the quiet guides, always steering us towards knowledge. Through both joy and sorrow, [School Name] will forever be etched in the hearts of its students, and no matter where life takes me, it will always have a special place in my heart.

Time has flown by, and it’s hard to believe I’ve been a member of this beloved school for two years now. Even now, I can still vividly remember the summer two years ago. After finishing elementary school, my parents had many choices for my middle school, but it seems fate had something else in mind. Nguyễn Tất Thành School, Class A8, became the place where my next dreams took flight, guiding me along the long path to becoming someone who can contribute to society.

Located within the campus of Hanoi University of Education, my Nguyễn Tất Thành School is a small yet impressive part of the university, reaching up into the sky above the capital. The little green space, bathed in the soft golden light of autumn on the day of the “Welcome to Class 6” event, holds countless pure memories of those early days. The friendly smile of Principal Thu Anh, the creativity and energy of students from various clubs, and the lively atmosphere of the event all transformed our first day from feeling awkward to feeling like home. From that day on, I carried with me a sense of excitement and anticipation, eagerly counting down the days to August 1st — our first day of school.

The first person who made an impression on me at Nguyễn Tất Thành was Principal Nguyễn Thị Thu Anh. Have you ever felt the joy of having lunch with “Ms. Thu Anh”? For me, that moment was filled with happiness, and I couldn’t find the words to express it. One day, when our class stayed for lunch, to my surprise, Ms. Thu Anh walked in with her own tray of food and sat down with us, saying kindly, 'Hello, Class 6A8, would you mind if I joined you for lunch today?' The entire class was stunned, then clapped and said in unison, 'Of course!' And so, “Ms. Thu Anh” sat with us, eating and chatting in such a down-to-earth way. She even took the time to ask us personal questions, like why our hands were covered in ink or why we hadn’t taken off our jackets. To me, this simple, caring attitude could only come from a true friend. Indeed, Principal Thu Anh is not just a strict leader or a kind mother but also a close friend, sharing in our joys and challenges. Who wouldn’t be proud to be her student?

But the person I love, respect, and admire the most is our class teacher, Ms. Ngọc Châu Vân. From the very first day, I felt how approachable she was. True to her name, she was as beautiful as a precious gem. Ms. Châu Vân has a tall, graceful figure, fair skin, and a delicate oval face. Her bright eyes, full of emotion, would light up with every smile. Her sweet smile has lifted our spirits countless times. But her external beauty only enhances the inner soul of a kind-hearted mother, always working hard to help her students improve.

What left the deepest impression on me was how she inspired us to value learning. I remember the day we received our midterm results in 6th grade — our first big exam. At that point, we were still new to middle school, and the challenges of learning were much greater than those in elementary school. The perfect 9s and 10s were now a distant memory, replaced by 6s, 7s, and even 4s and 5s. Our test scores were poor, especially for a class that was supposed to be a top-tier group. The atmosphere in the classroom felt heavier than usual. The same white chalk, the same blackboard, and the same golden light in the hallway, but the faces of my classmates no longer sparkled with joy. Even Ms. Châu Vân’s usual smile was replaced by a clear sadness in her eyes. Yet, she never scolded us.

The next day, she showed no anger at our poor performance. Her silence wasn’t because she had lost faith in us, but because she was reflecting on how to reignite our passion for learning. Then, during a self-study session, she carefully wrote on the board: 'How to Study Well.' She invited the highest-scoring students to share their study methods with the class. She explained that each person has their own learning style and that we don’t need to imitate others, but we can learn from each other and adapt what works for us. She also shared, 'Think of studying as a game, and every game has a goal. The goal is the sweet reward, the smile of success. So, approach learning simply and aim for victory. I believe you will all succeed.'

Her simple yet profound words are still engraved in my mind. When the final exams came, our class made a pact with ourselves to not let her down. We promised to make her proud. And sure enough, our scores improved, the atmosphere lightened, and Ms. Châu Vân’s smile returned with warm congratulations. I knew that in that moment, her happiness wasn’t for herself, but because of us — her beloved students.

I love my second mother figures. I love Nguyễn Tất Thành School and all the simple, warm things that it represents. These tender, comforting experiences have become precious memories that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

The sound of the school drum echoes through the air, accompanied by the cheerful chirping of birds perched on the branches of the flamboyant tree. As I walk the few hundred meters to class, everything seems just as it has every day, but today my heart is filled with unusual emotions. The morning sun shines brightly, casting its warm rays into my eyes, which feel like they carry an unspoken story. Perhaps it's the mood of a high school senior, a student not yet fully grown but already dreading the thought of leaving the beloved school behind.

Reflecting on my three years of high school, I realize how short they have been, like a passing summer shower that leaves behind fresh buds and flowers covered in dew. Those three years seemed to slip by in the blink of an eye, leaving behind countless memories, both joyful and sorrowful, of a mischievous time called youth. The school that has been my second home for almost three years is a place where the grounds are lush with green trees and flowers, and the air is filled with the sounds of students heading to class, the laughter and footsteps mingling as the morning light glistens.

The old maple tree with its fresh green leaves dances in the breeze. The red petals of the flamboyant flowers still hold drops of morning dew, shimmering brightly. The orchid garden continues to bloom, adding to the vibrant display. Everything here follows the natural rhythm of life – the trees remain rooted, the leaves stay fresh, and the flowers continue to bloom. Yes, everything remains unchanged, except for us, who are growing every day. In just a few months, I will no longer be able to see these sights every day… This is my school! Huynh Cuong Ethnic Boarding High School, once unfamiliar to me, has now become the school of my dreams. There was a time when I felt proud of myself for overcoming many obstacles to become a part of this community. Perhaps I’ve rambled, but the first memories of this school will always stay with me, forever etched in my heart. I still look out at the schoolyard, where beams of sunlight filter through the trees, watching the carefree students laughing and playing in their white uniforms. I was once like them – a young girl just 16, stepping into this school without realizing that these three years would be the only ones I had to treasure my youth.

I remember the first days when I felt overwhelmed by being away from home, adjusting to the boarding life with its late nights and early mornings. I cried many times, missing my family and struggling to fit in with new friends. I still recall the first meal in the dormitory, when the loud gong signaled lunchtime, and I walked in, my face blank, surrounded by strangers, holding a bowl of rice with tears streaming down my face. Back then, I couldn't grasp what was happening, but I couldn't stop crying. Now, things are different. I cherish every meal in the dorm, the delicious dishes prepared with love by the kitchen staff, the lively chatter during mealtime. I love the laughter and camaraderie during lunch breaks – it’s something I’ll never forget. These experiences have shaped me into a strong, independent young woman, and I am grateful for that.

My school is filled with green spaces, clean and beautiful. Every tree, every flower here contributes to our smiles. The stone benches are where we gather to chat about anything and everything. Whether tired from work or cleaning duty, these benches are where we find rest and share our joys and sorrows. Each classroom has become a place of love, a second home to me. Over the years, this boarding school has become my second family, with my friends and teachers standing by my side on the path to knowledge. More than that, each teacher is like a second parent to me.

“A lifetime is like a river...

Who among us stands on the shore?”

“Crossing the river, we must rely on the boatman…”

Who can go through life without a teacher to guide them? Who can grow without experiencing the days of school? Teachers are like silent boatmen, dedicated to their profession, sharing knowledge like a lighthouse, guiding us through every step of our journey.

Every day, teachers stand at the front of the classroom, teaching us right from wrong and imparting the values of life. Their voices, full of passion, still echo in my ears. With chalk in hand, they have guided countless generations to grow and build bright futures. The teachings of my teachers are not just lessons – they are embedded in my soul. At times, when I felt lost or exhausted, their words of encouragement helped me become the thoughtful student I am today. I am deeply grateful for my teachers.

The love of teachers never fades; it’s just that as students, we often fail to recognize it. Teaching is a demanding job, with long nights spent preparing lessons, grading papers, and tirelessly working for us. Despite their exhaustion, teachers still greet us with smiles, teaching us with all their hearts. “No matter how many stars fill the night sky or how many autumn leaves fall, I will never be able to repay the love of my teachers!” This love and gratitude are reflected in the lyrics of a song. And that precious love doesn’t require anything in return from us. All we need to do is work hard, excel in our studies, and make our teachers proud. We should cherish the time we have with them, because only sincere feelings from the heart can reach the heart.

There are no words to fully express what I feel in my heart… One day, we will all graduate, and I will remember every desk, every chair, the tiny pieces of chalk, and the bustling classroom filled with laughter. I will remember the green trees, the blades of grass that cool the air under the scorching sun, the blue windows that opened to countless dreams. I love my school, the large yard where we took our first steps, where we played games, and where we had many collective activities. I will never forget the festive opening ceremonies, the joyful Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations, and the cheerful class parties… I love it all!

I also greatly appreciate the strict but kind security guards who always kept us on schedule and guided us every day. The sound of the school bell still brings a flood of emotions. I love this school, and I am proud to be part of it. This school has given me so much, and these memories will always be precious to me. If one day I have to leave, my heart will ache. But no matter where I go, my heart will always be with this school, this family. Time may pass, but my love for this school and my teachers will never fade. I love my school!

The years spent attending school are the most beautiful time in life, a period of dreams, fleeting thoughts, and mischief. When we were young, we thought only our parents loved us deeply. But when we started school, we realized that there are also teachers who are like second parents, caring for us, guiding us, teaching us not only academic knowledge but also life lessons. Mrs. Huong Giang, my homeroom teacher for three years, showed me the value of these lessons.

When I first entered school, I was nervous, and the first person I met was her. Her calm demeanor during our first encounter is still etched in my memory. She smiled warmly, and it felt like she treated us as if we were her own children. Being in the literature class, she understood the mindset of us teenage girls – a little vain but also thoughtful. She encouraged us to embrace beauty, but always within reasonable limits. Discipline was the next thing I learned from her. I didn’t truly understand the meaning of fear until I made a mistake and stood before her. She was strict, but she was strict because she wanted the best for us. We never repeated a mistake because we feared the consequences of disappointing her.

Outside of class, when faced with challenges, the first thought that crosses my mind is, “What would she do?” It’s as if every problem becomes manageable with her by our side. Her advice, solutions, and even simple words of encouragement have always produced unexpected results. Difficulties no longer feel like obstacles, but rather life lessons teaching us how to face the ups and downs of life.

She also taught us to love and share with those less fortunate, to empathize, and to appreciate the value of each moment through every page of the books we read and each essay we wrote.

I consider myself incredibly lucky to have been a student of hers throughout my high school years. She was a precious gem that my literature class was fortunate to have. I will always cherish every moment spent with her, with my classmates, and in our classroom.

Not only Mrs. Giang, but every teacher we had played a crucial role in shaping our student years. They were the best part of our youth, the reason our school days were unforgettable and meaningful.

Time has flown by swiftly, and in what seems like the blink of an eye, twelve years of school are almost over. The child who once cried and clung to their mother on the first day of school is now about to bid farewell to the school, the teachers, friends, and even the very title of "student" itself.

Time passes and never returns. Throughout these years, the memories with my teachers and the school have been etched in my heart, creating a treasure trove of unforgettable moments. In just a few days, November 20th – Vietnamese Teachers' Day – will arrive, marking the final day I, as a student, will spend with my school, my teachers, and my friends at Le Quy Don High School, my second home.

Soon, all the memories from my years as a student come rushing back with such vividness, taking me back to the days when I was in 9th grade. I remember when Le Quy Don High School was a place I only dreamt of, a school that seemed so distant and unreal. One of my first memories of this school is the steep hill that stands tall and long in front of me. I recall standing at the foot of the hill, gazing up at it, knowing that a new world was about to unfold. After climbing that hill, standing at the gate of the school for the first time, I couldn't help but shout in pure joy, a mix of excitement, curiosity, and satisfaction. Before I became part of this family, I had already fallen deeply in love with the school. And when I finally joined, it was as if all my emotions exploded in a burst of happiness. Perhaps the first memories of a place are the ones that stay with us the longest. My time at this school has been filled with countless memories. I spent more time at school than at home during my high school years. The school was with me through both joyful and tough times – from early morning extra classes with friends in the canteen, to long, tiring labor days, to the cold nights when I still went to school for extra lessons until late. I even remember the rainy days... There are so many memories here.

"A lifetime is like a river...
Who can stand on the shore and watch it flow?"

"To cross the river, you must rely on the boat.
The journey of life requires the help of others..."

(The Boatman)

If parents are the ones who gave us life and brought us into this world, teachers are like second parents who provide us with knowledge, guide us through life’s lessons, and shape who we become. As the poem goes, how many of us go through life without a teacher to show us the way? Who can truly grow without spending those formative years in school, listening to the lessons of our teachers? Teachers are like devoted boatmen, dedicating their lives to teaching and guiding each generation of students. How could we grow without their help? Teachers are like lighthouses, helping us navigate the path when we are lost, and guiding us when we stray off course.

Teachers are like warm flames, guiding us through life’s obstacles. Their voices, full of passion and dedication, still resonate in my ears. I recall their smiles when their students achieve success, grow stronger with each passing year, and mature. I also remember the tears they shed when their students fail, when they don’t listen, or when they become lazy. "The Teacher walks silently, day after day, through the rhythm of life. The Teacher walks silently in the rain, their sweat falling on the pages of their books." Despite the struggles and worries of everyday life, teachers continue their work selflessly. "The Teacher stands beside the river of dreams. Even as time passes and their hair turns gray, the Teacher remains, quietly watching us as we navigate life, guiding us with unwavering care. The Teacher continues, whether in joy or sorrow. No matter how many leaves fall, the Teacher’s presence is like the sun, always lighting our way." The song captures everything that needs to be said about the devotion of teachers. Their passion for their work, their dedication to shaping the future, is a calling that never fades. Each time I see my teachers, I notice the wrinkles on their faces and the gray hairs that come with the passage of time. It fills me with sadness, knowing that their efforts are immeasurable. The only way I can repay them is by working hard, excelling in my studies, and honoring the sacrifices they have made.

As November 20th approaches, many students will give their teachers bouquets of flowers, expensive gifts, or hastily bought presents. But for me, nothing compares to a heartfelt wish, a quiet moment with my teachers, reminiscing about the years spent together. It is only genuine emotions, coming from the heart, that can truly reach another heart. Once again, I wish my teachers, the dedicated boatmen of my life, good health and continued success, so they can continue to guide the next generations of students.

Finally, I want to express my deepest gratitude to Le Quy Don High School and the teachers who have given everything for their students. Perhaps, no matter where life takes me, no matter how many years pass, and no matter how time may blur the details, my love and gratitude for this school and its teachers will remain constant, full, and enduring.

School – my second home – is where the most unforgettable moments of life are created. It’s the place where teachers are like parents, friends like siblings, and together we create lasting memories. Throughout our school years, we all encounter a teacher who leaves a profound impact on us. A teacher who teaches us life lessons, helps us rise when we fall, or simply presents a lesson in such a way that it stays with us forever. For me, that teacher was Mrs. Hung, my literature teacher in high school. From the moment we learned about the ideal teacher in our imaginations, we envisioned her as a graceful woman with long, shiny black hair, neatly held in place with a simple clip, fair skin, red lips, always wearing a flowing ao dai and walking gently and gracefully. To me, she was the teacher who stepped straight out of a dream.

On the first day in class, when we met her, she entered wearing large black sunglasses, which caused a bit of confusion and surprise among us. She jokingly explained, "On my first day greeting the class, I probably looked like a mafia member, sorry about that, but if I take off my glasses, I’m afraid no one will be able to focus because they’ll be laughing! I fell off my bike, so please bear with me!" And with that, she flashed us a brilliant smile. I soon realized that not all literature teachers have a sweet voice like honey or a sharp, chirping tone. Mrs. Hung’s voice was deep and raspy, but never once did we feel bored during her lessons.

On that first day, she also shared some funny stories about her "manly" name. That’s when she won the hearts of all forty-five students in class 10A3, especially mine, as I immediately felt a connection with her. When we think of a teacher, we often imagine someone who is kind, patient, and enthusiastic, with a love for teaching. Mrs. Hung was all that, but she was also unique and modern. She had a way of captivating us, making us hang on to every word she said. She maintained the traditional values of a teacher – wisdom, ethics, and knowledge – but also added her own personal touch, making her unforgettable to her students. My grandfather, who was a Confucian scholar and taught classical Chinese, always hoped that I would follow in his footsteps. Whenever I visited him, he would gently whisper, "Become a teacher, my child!" I could only smile and nod in agreement.

I have a love for children but a short temper, and I always believed that teaching required infinite patience, so I promised myself I would never pursue a career in education. But every time Mrs. Hung taught us, I felt inspired. I imagined myself standing at the front of the class, bringing every lesson to life, and having my students cherish me just as much as I respected and adored her. I promised myself I would be as cheerful, humorous, and approachable as she was. I would teach my students not only knowledge, but also how to be good people, how to appreciate life, and how to show kindness to everyone they meet, just like Mrs. Hung did for us. Mrs. Hung embodies the modern woman, but she never forgets the traditional values within her. It’s no exaggeration to say that she excels in both her professional life and her home life. She actively participates in school activities and has been recognized as an outstanding teacher many times.

In the 2012-2013 academic year, she trained students for the 12th grade talent competition, achieving outstanding results: three second-place prizes, one third-place prize, and one honorable mention, making her the top teacher in the province that year. At home, her two children are exemplary students, consistently earning top honors. The greatest pride, however, was when her son won a provincial student competition in the 5th grade. Mrs. Hung is the one who keeps the flame of passion alive, and that flame continues to burn brightly in her small, happy family. As I reflect on my own time as a student, sitting in a classroom, I cannot forget the memories of my school days, the joy of wearing the white uniform, and the image of my dedicated teacher working tirelessly on her lesson plans. She is the one who imparted so much knowledge, hope, and dreams to me – Mrs. Hung.