My private school life

"Why are you so stupid, stupid child"-I often heard them say this when I was scolded by my parents when I was a child, sometimes because I put my foot in my mouth in front of my elders, or because I didn't do the housework neatly enough, or even because I didn't take advantage.

But I don't feel stupid. Bo Er likes lecturing people best. He is always strict. Few people dare to talk back to him. When I was three or four years old, I could pass the exam by counting and writing. I still remember when I was a child, I could still find my way home after a long journey. I also remember that I learned everything quickly, such as knitting sweaters, playing poker, playing shuttlecock and knitting skipping rope ... Well, those were really not difficult. But going to school can prove that I am not stupid.

I don't know if my mother sent me over four years old to catch a group of children of the same age in the village to go to private schools. At that time, I was not old enough to go to school, and public primary schools did not accept it. I hurried to the preschool class of a private school for a month or two and entered the primary school era. And that wave of children who went to private schools did not continue to study. Fortunately, I finally have a partner who has been with me for several years. Her name is Zhang Ying.

The private school I went to was a private school, the private house was a school building, and that "private school" was a teacher. A middle-aged couple now only remembers the name of the male teacher, Lu Zaixin. When I was studying, I heard that they were fierce and would hit people, but I don't remember whether they were hit by a board, but it must be true that they were unkind, because all I remember is embarrassment and helplessness. Life in private schools has been more than 20 years ago, and memories are vague, but some things can still be remembered now.

-Can't you go home after class?

The school is not far from home, about two or three kilometers. It takes twenty or thirty minutes to walk now, and it was estimated that it would take at least forty minutes in those days. This is calculated according to the state of paying attention to walking. It's hard to say whether you are snooping around or watching the fun on the road. In the past, this road was still a muddy road. There are few houses on the roadside, with rice fields, vegetable fields and ponds on both sides, and there are no cars and people on the road. I don't remember how I went to school for the first time or who I went with, but I can't forget those jokes.

My mother told me that "ringing the bell means class, and then ringing the bell means class is over." You can't walk around in class, you can go home after class. " After listening to a lesson, like a monk ringing a bell, I heard the bell. I packed my schoolbag and prepared to go home. When I went to the corridor outside the door, I was stopped by a female teacher. I think it's strange. Can't I go home after class? I mumbled something to the teacher and left without making it clear. The female teacher ran after me and grabbed the bag on my back. I broke free several times and sat on the steps crying. I can't hear anything when I cry, but I feel her voice buzzing in my ear and won't move when I drag her back to the classroom.

After a while, she left me alone and went to class by herself. I feel that I have been sitting alone on the steps of the corridor for a long time, and I don't know what to do. I can only cry. Later, at lunch time, the female teacher came out and ate at the door with a bowl. She made fun of me, probably because I was stubborn and rude, because after she refused to let me go home, I didn't listen to anything she said, so I just sat there and didn't insist on leaving. I didn't know what to do then. I don't want to go and I can't fight. That's why I know I have several classes at school a day and I don't ring the doorbell to go home.

The first day of school was a bitter tear. How did you persist for four years?

-How can you step into the toilet?

The school is the teacher's own two-story bungalow. There are only two classrooms, two classes and two grades. We are in the classroom upstairs and the seniors are downstairs. There is a small garden behind the house, and then it is connected with a paddy field. There seems to be chickens and ducks in the garden. The toilet is in a corner of the garden, next to the rice field. Toilets used to be the parking spaces of public toilets. After class, everyone lines up and squats.

I don't know if it's my first time to go to the toilet and I'm not familiar with the terrain. Or did the cold weather wear too many pants at that time, which affected the strength of legs and feet? When I took off my pants to go through the squat pit, I stepped into the cesspit ... Oh, my God! Stepped on poop? This is terrible! What should I do? This matter is completely beyond my cognitive scope. I forgot to cry. I only remember that the female teacher carried me to the paddy field ditch next to me to wash, and tut tut said it was hard to understand, saying how could I step into the toilet? Then it should be all kinds of helplessness and speechless to help me finish. Now I feel sorry for her.

This nightmare shit seems to have happened again after many years. Next to the pigsty in front of the old house, I accidentally stepped on the pig's urinal ... God, my scalp is numb and I have goose bumps all over. I also want to ask, how can I step into the toilet?

It's really troublesome to bring rice.

There is no food in private schools. Take lunch to school after breakfast in the morning. There is a big stove in the teacher's house. You can always put your lunch box next to the stove to keep warm.

Our family's meal always seems to be not early enough. Zhang Ying often comes to my house to wait for me, so I can only push my mother hard, and I can't even wait to cook, so I can only eat ... I remember eating white sugar bibimbap, soy sauce bibimbap and egg soup to soak rice. If you meet such a morning, you can't bring your natural lunch.

Brother Lobby, who was studying in junior high school at that time, occasionally took me to have a meal at noon, but he didn't come after everyone finished eating. I'm always waiting eagerly. That noon was really boring and frustrating. I can't remember the names of other students except Zhang Ying. It is estimated that I had no other close friends except Zhang Ying. So if you can bring your own food in the morning, you definitely don't want your cousin to send it.

Finally, once, my mother was angry with me. Many years later, my mother recalled that I kept calling me late, and she said I wouldn't be late, so I cheated on the ground. My mother was so angry that she grabbed my schoolbag and threw it away, saying not to go to school. I quickly got up and picked up and went to school crying. Mom says it shows that I love school. I can only agree with half of this. I think I may just feel ashamed of being late or afraid of being told by the teacher.

-a small ancestral temple on the way to school

The way home from school in the afternoon is our most free and happy moment. I had a class like torture all day, and we played and walked all the way. Every time I walk to the edge of the small ancestral temple, I can always smell the smell of burning, which makes me quiet. Sometimes I go to the ancestral temple seriously, look at the high bodhisattva, make a sincere wish, gnash my teeth and look around the wall, thinking that I will be a unique natural choice.

Many years ago, the small ancestral hall was well built. Although it is not big, its incense lasts for a long time, even better than the nearby Xiaoyanglou. Now, the small ancestral hall should still look similar. I can't remember the last time I paid attention to it, because I don't look at it more every time I pass by. I am no longer curious and awe. I know I can only rely on myself in this world.

-Mind your own business

Zhang Ying was my best partner and should be the only partner in my private school days. We are the same age, and even our birthdays are only a few days away. She was involved in some unforgettable stories at that time, and staying overnight was one of them.

There is a relative in Zhang Ying, who is not far from a private school. Once after school, she wanted to go to a relative's house and invited me. Otherwise, she would have to go home alone, so I followed her. I don't remember anything to play there, except that it was dark and we didn't go home. I was a little anxious because of the rain, but I didn't know what to do, so I kept wasting it there.

After a long time, my father found my bike and took it home. I guess I didn't get a training when I went home according to the routine operation, but I can't remember it clearly. All I remember is that my mother said that my father was looking for me when he fell down on his bike. Now that I think about it, I didn't come home very late after school. My parents should have been anxious for a long time. I guess it took a lot of effort to find me.

Since then, I dare not go home in time after school without authorization.

-Almost got killed.

The closest thing to death was when I was young. I didn't know the danger around me at that time. Maybe it's the hand of fate. I almost drowned twice and was fished out of the water in time, one of which was in the era of private schools.

Also on the way home from school, Zhang Ying and I walked hand in hand, and they chased each other on the way home and playing. We found a crazy woman in rags walking not far behind, as if she were still eating garlic. We were all shocked, so we discussed turning to the front of the roadside house and pretending to be home. Finally, we dumped her as we wished, and we went back.

Suddenly it began to rain, and neither of them took an umbrella. I don't remember who came up with the idea in the back. I took off my coat to keep out the rain, and the two of them raised their coats over their heads with their hands. I walked in front, Zhang Ying followed me, and the clothes in front of me blocked the rain and covered most of the line of sight, so they walked. Suddenly, I stepped on the air and didn't have time to react. I just fell into the water, reaching out and having nothing to catch, pedaling and drinking water. I only think my eyes are green, and I can occasionally see Zhang Ying on the shore. I don't know how long I struggled. I watched an adult rush over and reach out to me with a watering spoon. I had a strong sense of survival at that time. I reached for the spoon and he fished it out of the water. Fortunately!

I vaguely remember being followed by a rescuer and coming home. The housewife helped me change my wet clothes. I am still in a state of shock. Until it was getting dark, my cousin came to pick me up and put a stone in my pocket (probably rice, as if it burned something where I fell into the water), saying it was grandma's account. After returning home, grandma even shouted "Fangzi, come back" to the outside, which was a scared soul.

-Teacher, I want to change my name.

Children in rural areas are bound to have some adventures and inexplicable luck in the process of smooth growth. Adults are too busy making a living to take care of everything, but they also have plans for their children's future. Therefore, "reading eight characters" is particularly mysterious and popular, and it is believed by them because they think that everything has already been doomed.

Of course, if the result of reading eight characters is not good, then try to change your life, such as changing your name. I don't know how my little brother read me the eight characters. I suggest my parents let me change my name and give it a new name.

Now that I think about it, my childhood name sounded really popular, but the adults all said it would be changed. It should be the beginning of the new semester in grades three and four. On the day of registration, at the noisy door, I told the female teacher that I wanted to change my name. She felt incredible and didn't follow me immediately. As for how to change it later, I also forgot. Maybe it was changed after grinding her a few times, or an adult came forward to say it.

The name thing is also very interesting. Originally, I wanted to use the word "qi", but when I used it later, it was gone. In the village primary school and then in junior high school, it becomes "Qi". After high school, I felt that the word "qi" was blunt, so I decided to use "qi" after looking it up in the dictionary. The dictionary says: Qi and Ye.

After the college entrance examination, I have to apply for an ID card, but the household registration book is still my childhood name. I ran to the public security bureau several times before I completely changed my name. But my childhood name will remain with me all my life. My family, relatives and fellow villagers still use their original names, and this name will always exist as a local accent.

I want to be a teacher in the future.

In junior high school, the street where the private school was located also became the main road of the market at that time, and the market could be held every year on February 28th, and the street always seemed lively. Every time I pass the door of a private school, I get the impression that the anti-theft iron gate is always closed, and only when it is opened occasionally does it push open a person's width. Unlike other families in the street, I sit at the door with the door wide open, and chat with neighbors and passers-by from time to time to let the children play. This is probably the loneliness of scholars.

Many years later, I accompanied my mother to the market once. When I passed by the door, I found the door wide open and took a sip. My mother said that the teacher and his wife stopped teaching long ago and were helping to take care of their grandchildren. Now that their grandchildren are very big, I can't help but be a little surprised. It seems difficult to connect their ordinary life at home with their impressions. I think of all kinds of harsh insults to teachers in private schools, put down the harsh words with my classmates, and said that they would abuse their grandchildren as teachers in the future, which was a lifetime ago.

When I was a child, I was respectful and afraid of my teachers with a little hatred, but if I can win their favor … then I can fall in love. I used to think that no matter what the teacher did, there was no doubt. Now I am an adult, even older and more mature than many teachers. I also know that teachers have such people, but I would like to believe that my teacher is a good teacher who teaches and educates people.