"Don't underestimate the passionate seduction of beautiful girls!" In fact, the relationship between teachers and students is both magical and awkward, the two are not related, and they are not peers, where there are so many feelings. ”
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2. Déjà vu
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Although I have been teaching books for more than ten years, and these students are also brought up by me from the first year of high school - acquaintances are familiar with each other, and they are angry. However, when he was about to stand on the podium as a class teacher, he had no bottom in his heart.
As a result, there are really students who come out to prick and look for stubble:
"Teacher Jia, what do you think of Liu Ji's jumping off the building?"
"This lesson first comments on the final volume, Liu Ji's matter... After the discussion, anyway, there are still three days to go on summer vacation, and some are time. ”
"Is there anything more urgent in the world than life and death, Teacher Jia?"
The girl who got up to provoke the trouble was called Yin Xuan, tall and tall, with a pair of white-rimmed glasses on her goose-egg-like face, and the pair of eyes were lively and sharp under the transparent lenses, unfettered. She was my math class representative, the female bully in the class.
It is not surprising that the whole number of students and teachers has existed since ancient times, but are there still fewer during the "Cultural Revolution"?
In fact, the relationship between teachers and students is both magical and awkward, the two are not related, and they are not peers, where there are so many feelings.
If the teacher does not attend the class, the state does not pay him; if the student does not come to school, their parents will not agree in the first place.
Therefore, the Meng Yasheng who inherited Confucius's "Taoist system" in his five constants of human morality even correctly stipulated the principle of virtue as good, but he only kept the relationship between teachers and students secretive and avoided talking about it.
But I don't know when we have wanted our children to respect the teacher, worship it, and even serve as a teacher for life as a father. No wonder I didn't think much of Yin Xuan's question, but instead felt that her dignity was strangely impacted by her aggressive cry.
I had no time to think about it, and of course, I could never silently admit it, but I forced her to ask her profoundly:
"Well, you... What do you think? ”
"At least, Liu Ji has not lost his sense of shame, otherwise... If I cheat, I'll wait until I get home and jump right here! ”
She said, twisting her face and glancing contemptuously at the window beside her.
Well, this, kind of, much harder than me. But before I could consider how to answer, the following pandering voices have already risen and fallen, and strange words have been said for days:
"Yes – who cheats, who goes down!"
"For the sake of final self-esteem, why be afraid of jumping!"
"Smell 'shame', and die at night!"
"Open the window, never close it!"
……
In the face of this clamor of green onions, he really regretted that he had not stopped Yin Xuan's ghostly nonsense in time.
Don't underestimate the passionate seduction of beautiful girls!
Suddenly, I remembered the sentence, but I couldn't remember who said it. In a hurry, I can only look at him from left and right:
"The windows can't be opened, it depends on the season... However, I have a suggestion: let's keep Liu Ji's seat all the time, even if he continues to go to the third grade with everyone, take the college entrance examination together, and graduate together..."
I really didn't expect that I would utter such a word, and it would be so vigorous and inflammatory. Before he finished speaking, he was moved first, and his nose was sour.
The huge classroom, full of students, was silent, but every face erupted with compassion and gratitude.
Alas------------ the third class of high school, with the third class of high school, even if there is a sense of superiority of "overlooking the mountains and small", but is this easy!
That afternoon, oh, at the school-wide faculty meeting, before the principal had finished announcing the work schedule for the next school year, a few stinky half-teachers and ladies stared at me like black eyes. They will not understand in the next life that not all beautiful female teachers like the principal. Moreover, our number of people, go to work on the podium, off-the-job pot platform, all day long in addition to the two hands of chalk ash, is a smell of oil smoke, see the ghost a "thousand gold", do not expect "a smile".
A series of teaching courseware that made me dizzy. Fortunately, it was summer vacation, it was late in the dark, and when I left the school, although it was almost nine o'clock, the streets were still bustling. Fortunately, Lily went to summer camp and her father was on a business trip. Otherwise, the two guys who were waiting to be fed would have to starve fiercely for a while.
The day after tomorrow, the students arrived at the school, and it was rare to relax for a few days.
I didn't ride a bike and ran back and forth in a sleeveless dress.
At the summer dusk of Jincheng, the oblique sun sings late, and the heat gradually recedes. On the riverfront road, the lights are first on, and the traffic is like water. Whether it is a pedestrian passing by, or a man and woman who are cool on the side of the road, there is always such a look that is blocked and chased.
This gaze, I have been accustomed to since I was a child, but also numb, especially from middle school to university, the laurel of school flowers makes me look solemn all day and not smile. Personality has changed, like a beautiful monster.
However, low-key to such a field, many funny things still come for no reason. The year before, I took my students to the movies. The person who put the door mistakenly thought I was a student, free ticket! I said my children had already gone out on the streets to play soy sauce—
Those second masters are also too dizzy.
I've had a lot of nicknames. What cold beauty, Snow White, Arctic special objects, etc., all have nothing to do with warmth and tenderness, and even my daughter Lily and her father make fun of me: a face of class struggle.
Oh, the students didn't dare to make a mistake, but just euphemistically said that my lecture was: Yu Rong Xiang Blush Anger Triangle, Ice Muscle Snow Skin Proud Equation. At the end of the day, there is still a word for "cold".
In fact, I am also full of enthusiasm and soft intestines, but I just don't want to show it.
However, when people gave substitute classes to the fourth class, some people were like golden monkeys, from red eyes to buttocks. I can't eat grapes, and I am afraid that we will achieve good results in the college entrance examination next year, and I will be beaten, a good one with three birds, sinister enough.
This style is not as good as the strange eyes of those color fans under the street lamp. People were hungry and evil-eyed, and they discharged at me, and they also held the battle with an open fire. It's just a pity that they wasted their thieves' guts, and they didn't see that my girls were all sophomores in high school.
The new senior year arrives at the school one month early to make up for the class.
This is not, the first day of early self-study has not yet been on, there are parents to complain, painfully said that the child's laziness and greed at home on vacation, until the bell rings, still chattering, refusing to leave, completely one by one reincarnated Xianglin sister-in-law.
The newly hired Chinese teacher is a man. He couldn't wait for me to introduce myself to the students and get into the classroom.
On the first day of the make-up class, many things had to be arranged, but I could not bear to interrupt them, and I was very uneasy, waiting at the door of the classroom, helpless and more boring. He was talking with Li Hairong, the representative of the Language Class. From this point of view, you can only see his side.
That dude, medium-sized, not fat. Moon white short-sleeved shirt, gray pants. The hairstyle is student-style one-sided, not long, very thick. A strand of black hair slanted out of his forehead, trembling slightly as he spoke, showing a bit of desolation.
He kept facing the student, and I could never see his face clearly. It was only from the straight and straight body and the waving gestures that I could roughly feel that he did not belong to the kind of sharp and dry master, and I was not sure at this moment, but it was definitely not a grinding and sticky cargo.
If the teacher of the third class of the senior high school wants to drag the mud and water, the student can only be reduced to the miserable world of death and burial.
"Hey--I don't even feel safe about reading early, people are special!"
The leader of the grade group spoke in a loud voice and came over and patted me on the shoulder.
"What----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Recess exercises, after a while, I have to let you get to know our high-paid divine being who has descended from the Nine Heavens..."
Teacher Pei's voice just dropped, and the bell in the corridor suddenly rang. Students roared and rushed out. Seeing me and Teacher Pei at the door, we suddenly narrowed a few fierce waves, and instead flashed out childish smiling faces.
The greetings of "Hello teacher-- " came and went on and on, but God knows who they were greeting, and it was a complete rush to deal with errands.
Looking up at the podium again, I saw that he was wiping the blackboard, so I hurried in and yelled at the students who hadn't gone out:
"Whose day is on duty?"
Several of the children looked at each other with innocent faces. Soon, they all rushed up to help the teacher wipe the blackboard.
"Oh, Teacher Qu, this is the class teacher of our fourth class, Teacher Jia Fuzi, who teaches mathematics."
"Hello, Qu Suqing, Qu of QutangXia, Su of Suzhou, Qingjing;"
He said, with his hands in one stand, indicating that there was chalk ash, and it was inconvenient to shake hands.
"I'm sorry, on the first day of class, the duty day has not yet been scheduled, and you have personally wiped the blackboard."
"No, no, no, Teacher Jia, I've been rubbing myself. After class, or ask the children to go out and do more activities..."
"Whoa—listen to the accent, I'm a southerner, and I'm really coming to our place to drink the northwest wind—"
Teacher Pei spoke quickly, and I was quite embarrassed. Fortunately, in the end, people are male compatriots, and they smiled disapprovingly:
"Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men——""
"Teacher Qu is really humorous, your level, which will only be..."
"I'm here for a high salary."
Teacher Qu interrupted her, looking serious and without any humorous color.
He, indeed, was a Southerner. Listening to the soft and short tone and pronouncing the "heavy" word of "heavy reward" into a "zòng" sound, there is no problem. The people over there are not distinguished between "zh, ch, sh" and "z, c, s". Suddenly, his Mandarin mixed with Wu's accent evoked a few fragments of my childhood...
When I was in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school, I was still combing the silly head piece with two horns and small pigtails. There was a southern boy in the courtyard next door, just in middle school, I don't know what his surname is, I just called him Hao Hao Brother.
Hao Hao Brother does not play with other children very much. The reason is that he can't speak the local dialect, and when he opens his mouth, he ducks and geese, like a few circles smaller than us, and his friends always like to pinch his neck to imitate him.
But I like his tone, thin, soft, full of fresh and soft taste, like the gentle water of the river gently lapping on the sand bank, like the sound of the violin he pulled.
The feeling is corresponding. When you don't provoke him, he's happy to approach you. He had a three-gun women's bicycle at home, and on Sunday he pushed it out and asked me to learn to ride it on the side of the road in front of the door. At first, he was holding on behind me, and as soon as I stepped up, I pedaled desperately.
Whenever the car was about to fall, he shouted:
"Watta, wattle!" (Shanghai dialect, generally referring to bad, bad)
Sometimes, he picked me up and rode madly down the riverfront. Frightened, I hugged his waist tightly, slamming my head hard against his back and screaming in horror:
"I'm going to watt it!" You're going to watt it! ”
Every weekend night, Hao HaoGe would play the violin by the river outside the door, his head was crookedly buried, his face was flat, and no one paid any attention. At that time, I used to sit on a stone not far from him, my feet sticking into the river, following the melodious sound of the piano, stirring up the thin waves that came and went, wave after wave...
Later, his family moved, and he didn't know where to go, like the Yellow River flowing east in front of the door, and the deceased was like a si, and there was no news. For a long time, I always paid attention to the three-gun women's car. Sometimes, leaning against the pillar of the gate, I look at the stone on which I have sat, and whisper to myself in a strange voice:
"Wattah—"
At this moment, listening to him talk to Teacher Pei, I felt that the clear and soft tone of his voice was like a familiar distant sail...
(To be continued)
Reason for recommendation: These students who have been admitted to key high schools, in addition to good academic performance and ability to take tests, are no different from ordinary children in other aspects - playful, lustful, and bored with school...
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