My most respectful teacher

When it comes to the most influential person in my life, I almost can’t figure out instantly, but of the respect of the teacher that I admire most and has imprinted a lifelong impact on me, Ms. Zhao, my mathematics teacher in middle school, is a definitely worthy teacher.
For her appearance, it was seemingly no less common than others. No doubt the freckled and weary face; no doubt the bun gleaming in the sun, no doubt the same clothes style. Other teachers sometimes wore lipstick and she never did. And I think she doesn’t and will not try a crack.
However, she has earned us all the respect and trust. She is miserable enough for she had lost a daughter in an accident in which she lived but actually have died. She was more like a friend for us for she not only fixed her eyes on our math records but the general growth of students. Different from other hypocrisy teachers, she was straight-minded in the way of criticizing directly, however not that creepy but affectionate, reassuring the vulnerable adolescent minds. I once hated her so much for my moderate grade rank to be ignored by teachers, at least my class teachers. English representative as I am, my overall grades including English grades as well as my introverted characters isn't worthy of the credit, I felting looked down upon by others and teachers. However, a thing accidentally wipe out plentiful distress and agony.
Ms. Zhao quickly captured my figure as soon as I snaped the door into the office and at that moment I was too embarrassed to seek the paper what my English teacher demanded me to do while other are working especially the teachers in the silence. The air of a highly intensity seemed to pervade around promptly. How can I complete the task and no one was disrupted? I clutched my hands for a while, the head flashing the tremendous ways to grab the most comfortable and less touched approach to handle the dilemma. And at this very moment, Ms. Zhao’s kind greeting caught me off guard pulling me out of the mental chaos. To my very surprise, she carefully asked me the purpose of the walk and after that, she intrinsically groveled on her hands and knees to fetch the paper lay on the ground under the table with a spot which for pervailing views means shameful and disgusting even in front of the student. But for her approachable attitude and behavior to deliver my dilemma, I would be burnt with the thought anyone was scaning me, heart throbing thoughtfully until the end of the day.
It is her little action that fliped my prejudice of teacher and start to bond with teachers benignly and peacefully. Additionally, this spot would remind me of how ignorant my self-opinion is and that i not belittle myselves but behave confidentally and benignly.