Studying in a secondary school in the city made me feel particularly fresh.
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The instructors of the military training are very "strict", walking in the hot sun, standing in a military posture, and the content of the week-long military training is fun, interesting and exciting. Following the instructor shouting the password over and over again, the patriotic feelings were also sublimated little by little. I am a rural child, this intensity of military training, or difficult for me, compared to the farmer busy harvesting, drying grain to build grass poles, this is much easier.
This is a full boarding school, where classes are held every day to eat, bathe and wash clothes, and then there are evening self-study in the evening until late bed after 9:30 pm. The dormitory building is some distance from the playground, a row of 4 dormitories, each room 6 students. The shower room has only 8 intervals, so taking a shower after class is first-come, first-served. After class, the bell has always been, I ran back to the dormitory like a beggar to occupy the first position, the speed is estimated to be when my father chased me with a stick when I was a child, anyway, I can always occupy the first and second. Probably the kids in the city didn't run as fast as I did.
After the military training, we were released home on the weekend. Since it was the first week, parents came to pick up the children, and my dad also came. Holding the bicycle outside the crowd, he saw me out, and set up the bicycle to face me. I sat on my father's bicycle again, along the way I told my father what happened at school, gushing, my father had no word to echo, he had no experience in military training and full boarding life, he tried to imagine, responding to "good", "good", "well, it's a good thing"...
After the military training, we began to study regularly, we were in addition to eating and sleeping every day, that is, reading and studying, and in the afternoon there was about half an hour to play in the playground. I am thirsty for new knowledge, and I am not rejecting the new learning environment, and I quickly adapt to it. The Chinese teacher is a beautiful sister, but I always feel that she looks at me unpleasantly, maybe I don't look as good as the girls in the city, and I am rude enough to be "rules", beautiful female teachers, naturally like beautiful female students more. The math teacher is a middle-aged female teacher with glasses, speaking Mandarin with an accent, and the math class is vivid. The pronunciation of the English teacher is much more standard than that of the primary school teacher, most of the classes are in English, and I also say something Chinese explain, I can't keep up with the beginning. "Put up your hand", "the next chapter", etc., I was confused...
In junior high school, I learned that in addition to the final exam, there is also a mid-term exam, and the test results will be ranked in 6 classes at all levels, of which after the exam, it is necessary to hold a parent-teacher conference. The school reports to the parents of the students on their life and study in the early stages of new students. The first midterm exam results came out, and I was ranked in the top ten of the whole class, which made me complacent again.
I borrowed an IC card from my classmates, dialed the phone of the village commissary, looked for my father, told my father that I had taken the test, I wanted to have a parent-teacher conference, my grades were in the top ten, and my father who answered the phone in the commissary could not hide his joy and his voice was high, because there must be a few uncles sitting in the village commissary. The tone of his high voice was so that they could all hear it.
There is no parent-teacher meeting in the primary school, because it is all village after village, and teachers and parents meet from time to time. Such a formal parent-teacher meeting, Dad is still the first time, this time, he pushed the bicycle into the campus, wearing the clothes that sent me to report for the first time, hey yo yo skin color, and the campus atmosphere, it seems a little out of place. The head teacher was a Chinese teacher, and when she saw my father, the look of surprise on her face was clear. She was surprised by the rare bicycles that her father pushed? Surprised by Dad's tall and thin body? I don't know... Anyway, since then she has arranged for me to be a labor committee member, responsible for the leadership of the labor class. The math teacher also met with my father, and I didn't hear what they said from a distance, until I saw a look of approval.
After the parent-teacher conference, my father went back, rode a bicycle, pedaled out of the campus, in the hustle and bustle, the back shadow was a little quiet, and later I learned that a few days after the parent-teacher conference, I told people that I had excellent grades in the school in the city...
For the father, whose family is poor and has never been looked up to by the villagers, this time he is very proud...