Everyone does crazy things when they're students, and the craziest thing I've ever done is probably a Chinese class with the class when I was in junior high school.
At that time, our Chinese teacher, surnamed Ye, was an old man in his fifties, and he was rigid in class, without a little funny and humorous scene, and more importantly, his Sichuan dialect. He also said with a straight face that the Education Bureau has regulations that teachers over the age of fifty can teach without Mandarin.
Even so, the most intolerable thing is his teaching method. Teacher Ye likes to let the stuttering Yan Zheng read the text, Yan Zheng's stuttering always makes the whole class laugh, the more everyone laughs, the more he stutters, but every time Teacher Ye still asks Yan Zheng to read the text. And when we silently write texts, if there is a typo, we will be punished to tear off the whole page of paper for a whole page, and re-copy it five times! We are often tormented by this punishment, but Teacher Ye boasts that this is the "devil's correction method".
Therefore, every time the Academic Affairs Office asked us to fill out the teaching quality questionnaire, we would write down many of Mr. Ye's problems and ask him to be replaced. Kung Fu paid off, and when we were in the third year of junior high school, the Academic Affairs Office finally gave us a new teacher. The new teacher is an outstanding teacher in the province, passed the highest level in the country in Mandarin, and is only in his thirties, and it is said that his class is vivid and humorous, but it is good. When the news came, the whole class boiled over.
The morning reading on the first day of school was a Chinese language class, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the new teacher with joy. The class bell has not yet rang, a familiar figure flashed in, everyone fixed their eyes on it, oh my God, how is it still Teacher Ye! The class was in an uproar. Teacher Ye knocked on the podium and said loudly, "Quiet, this semester's Chinese class is still given to everyone by me." As soon as his voice fell, the whole class exploded and became a mess. At this moment, the class bell rang, a young teacher walked straight to my class, he saw Teacher Ye at the door, stunned, silently turned away. Obviously, this is the new Chinese teacher, and Teacher Ye is clearly not going to go.
After the morning reading, everyone got the news that Teacher Ye saw that our class had excellent results and wanted to teach our class until graduation, and then retire honorably. In the face of the old qualified Teacher Ye, the leaders were not easy to say anything.
Hearing this news, the whole class was furious! Teacher Ye wants to exchange our future for a glorious tail for him, which is intolerable! Therefore, the whole class jointly wrote a letter and asked Teacher Ye to take the initiative to leave the class.
In this day's Chinese class, as soon as Teacher Ye walked up to the podium, he saw our "book", and after he read it, he smiled, did not care at all, and pretended to calmly teach us a lesson. Such a cheeky teacher, of course, everyone did not have the heart to listen to the lecture, sleep, talk, and some people took advantage of Teacher Ye's lack of attention to throw a paper airplane at him.
The class could not be started, so Teacher Ye had to sit down and chat with us. He said that in fact, when we were in the first year of junior high school, he had already retired, and the teacher who was scheduled to teach us could not come to class because of illness, and the school could not transfer the teacher for a while, so he found him.
Does he want to get our sympathy points on this? No way! In the past two years, we have all endured Teacher Ye's "dark" teaching, and it is difficult to win a glimmer of light, how can we miss it?
After class, the class committee immediately held an emergency meeting to let the whole class discuss countermeasures and how to completely "drive Out" Teacher Ye. Everyone expressed their opinions without saying a word, but no one could think of a good way, and finally, they invariably turned their eyes to the "ghost idea king" Bei Bei in the class, only to see him smile slightly, and said confidently: "Since Teacher Ye is not leaving, then, only we can go." ”
Let's go? Everyone didn't look back for a while, this is our school, our classroom, where can we go? Can't all transfers be made? Suddenly, I woke up and asked timidly, "Are you talking about class?" ”
When the class leader heard this, he said loudly, "No, no, no, we are a civilized class... But his words were soon drowned out in approval. The word "strike" is fresh and exciting for us, and everyone's heart involuntarily germinates an impulse, besides, what better way? Don't say anything, strike!
Everyone discussed that the next day's Language class, they all went to the playground to play. If a teacher asks, he will say that Teacher Ye and Teacher Physical Education have transferred classes.
The next day's Chinese class, everyone went to the playground to play, leaving the classroom empty. It was a coincidence that the class teacher met us in the playground, and we said that we were in physical education class, and the old class had a look of disbelief. We said that Teacher Ye had something to do and was transferred to the physical education teacher. Seeing that everyone said this, the old class nodded in trust. We were in the playground, but our hearts were in the classroom, and everyone wanted to know how Teacher Ye would react when he saw us strike. According to the "spies" sent, Teacher Ye walked into the classroom from the time the class bell rang and did not come out until the end of the class bell, and I really don't know how he spent these 45 minutes in the empty classroom.
Our strike finally leaked out of the wind and spread throughout the campus. The excellent performance of our class made this strike even more sensational. The class teacher scolded our class committee fiercely, but everyone just didn't admit their mistakes, obviously Teacher Ye was not going to leave!
The Teaching Office "invited" several of our class committee members to talk to each other, and the Director of Education personally received us. I thought he would scold us and give us a few big marks. Everyone entered the office nervously, only to find the director's amiable smile. He asked us why we were on strike, and we said why. The director listened, nodded, and said to go back to do the work for Teacher Ye and ensure that the new teacher could attend class tomorrow.
The director's words made us a little flattered. Walking out of the teaching office, we "Ulla" cheered. Under such "internal and external troubles", Teacher Ye conceded defeat, and he promised to leave our class, but put forward a condition that we should be given one last lesson, and the whole class would arrive.
Everyone agreed, no matter what, we are the winners of this strike. We also want to know what Teacher Ye is going to do in this class and scold us? Or do you do the final fight?
The class bell rang, and Teacher Ye came in with the lecture notes. After only a day of not seeing him, Teacher Ye looked haggard, but as soon as he stepped onto the podium, he regained his usual spirit and said loudly in Sichuanese: "Everyone turned the book to the first lesson." "As if it wasn't his last lesson at all.
When reading the text, Teacher Ye still stuttered the strict government. Everyone was happy as soon as they listened, waiting to see the good play. But strangely, Yan Zheng actually did not stutter at all today, and his words were very clear and fluent. The students all looked at Yan Zheng in surprise, was he the stuttering Yan Zheng?
Teacher Ye then asked the "typo king" Li Ping to write the phrase silently on the stage, and then let the "pinyin blind" Wang Gang Zhuyin. Everyone was surprised to see that Li Ping had only written one word wrong, while Wang Gang's zhuyin was completely correct. The classroom suddenly became unusually quiet, and all eyes looked straight at them, full of disbelief.
Teacher Ye looked at his watch, smiled, and said, "Students, this class is here, and it is about to end, I hope that you will study hard this semester and be admitted to the ideal high school." Speaking of this, the bell just rang at the end of the class, and Teacher Ye picked up the lecture clip and strode out of the classroom.
In the next Language class, the new teacher came. Sure enough, his Mandarin standards were impeccable, and his lectures were humorous and funny. But for some reason, we couldn't be happy.
In the blink of an eye, it has been several years since I graduated from junior high school. In the days when I was growing up, I gradually understood that everything should not only see the bad side, but also see its advantages. Those who regularly criticize you are the ones who really make you progress.
Here, I would like to apologize to Teacher Ye, ask him to forgive our youthful madness, and wish him a happy and peaceful retirement life. Teacher Ye is a good teacher.