约翰逊是我五年级老师,我们私底下叫他J先生。J先生,瘦高个子,很风趣,要分到他班上你得先祈祷。他对我的人生有着重要的意义,作为教师,他用幽默和激情把枯燥的功课讲得妙趣横生,作为长者,他让我知道对他人的宽容是他人何等的幸运。那个星期一的早晨,校园里到处都在传周末校里发生火灾的事,上课铃响了,我冲进教室,闻到一股木头烧焦的味道,传闻得到证实。教室里同学们正在窃窃私语,J先生叫大家安静,然后说因为火灾家政课暂时不上了,他告诫我们不要到上家政课的教室去玩,那儿很危险。下课后,我的好朋友基姆和我计划 Johnson is my fifth grade teacher, we call him Mr. J privately. Mr. J, tall, tall and funny, you have to pray before he can be assigned to his class. He has an important meaning in my life. As a teacher, he uses humor and passion to make boring homework enjoyable. As an elder, he tells me how fortunate it is for others to be tolerant of others. That Monday morning, there was a fire on the weekend in the campus, and the bell rang. I rushed into the classroom and I heard a scorched smell of wood. It was rumored to have been confirmed. Classmates are whispering in the classroom. Mr. J calls everyone quiet, and then says that because the fire class is temporarily out of school, he cautioned us not to go to the classrooms of the home economics class, where it is dangerous. After class, my good friend Kim and I plan