A joke when I was growing up

In the morning, the birds singing outside the window is crisp and pleasant. But I can't calm down and listen to the wonderful voice that nature has given us.

Walking on campus, weeping willows and branches, purple pears are fragrant and full of vitality. But I'm not in the mood to appreciate the wonderful spring scenery of Vientiane.

"See the guest sorrow sorrow don't wake up, rogue spring scenery to Jiang Ting. Even if I send flowers for further study, I feel that Yingying is too Ding Ning to speak. " I can't help but think of Lao Du's nine poems and deeply appreciate the poet's feeling of being in a foreign land and being annoyed by spring.

Environment is created by thought and life itself. Standing on the podium, I can no longer say, "Flower, what are you driving?" What's your name, bird? Can't you see I'm annoyed? "Such a popular and slightly humorous words. Chinese class can no longer be taught in the way you like. This popular and respected teacher is gone forever. Today, I became a joke!

However, for a new leader, they don't understand. It is precisely because they advertised at the parent-teacher meeting that the students in this class are the best in the school and have high hopes for this class, so they don't trust me. It is because of their distrust that parents have deepened their prejudice against me and even complained and abused me!

Yes! How could such an excellent student be destroyed by me? So, I put up with humiliation and went forward bravely. Finally, I proved myself by winning the first place in the town, which won their admiration ... but the meager salary, the missing holiday and their blatant use of my private money remind me all the time that I never belonged to this group, and I will eventually return to my own world!

In order to survive, I have to work hard to run my own cram school. But now my remedial class has lost its former style, and it's hard to watch the students in my class go to find others one by one!

How many quiet moments at night, I have been reflecting and asking myself: What happened to my education? Unwilling, unyielding and unchangeable fate makes me bear a heavy burden and can't let go.

How many noisy days, I have been trying to adjust myself, trying to maintain a peaceful attitude towards my work, my colleagues and my students. However, I don't think I can show my smile ... I can only cover up my inner grievances and losses with crazier work, and I can only pursue the glory and fame brought by that excellent performance.

So, I turned the Chinese classroom into a devil training camp. When they entered the classroom, they were asked to study against time. They are required to always maintain their best posture in class. No one is allowed to fall behind except those two poor students, and they don't want to hear any noise.

Every day, every class, every homework, emphasize the correct sitting posture and standardized writing. They never satisfied me. My reading voice is not loud, I don't answer questions actively, my homework is perfunctory, I don't make enough omissions, and I make many mistakes, which will cause my anger.

I once mercilessly tore up their hard-worked compositions again and again because of the discordant handwriting on my homework. I also reprimanded them for being so careless because of sorting out the typos in their homework. Where are the ears in class? What do you need eyes for? How can the words written on the blackboard, the emphasized words, be wrong? I even exposed their poorly written green homework to the class reading group ... For this reason, I bombed a parent, bring disgrace to oneself.

To be honest, every time I correct my homework, I am disappointed. What you said clearly in class, how can it be wrong? How can we talk about oral communication, reading and writing if we can't remember a pinyin and learn a word? Draw green and red homework, you can copy it as well, you can imagine it on the test paper!

When I was correcting my homework that day, a scribbled, papery and horrible homework jumped into my eyes. Open the signature and see, Cao, a beautiful girl, isn't everything she says like her? How is that possible? What is even more exasperating is that at noon the day before, she asked several children to stay and make up their homework, but she actually slipped away. Remind parents to pay attention to their children's learning in the group, but there is no response. ...

No, parents must pay attention this time. So I took a photo of her doing her homework and sent it to the reading club, and visited her father by the way.

"Then let her stand outside the classroom and reflect."

Finally, I received a reply from my parents, which was ok and reasonable. I continue to correct my homework. Another bad homework appeared, Jiang Mengqi. Isn't this the girl with excellent language skills? In my remedial class, because she couldn't remember the homework assigned by the teacher, she did the wrong math problem and was questioned by her mother. Therefore, I have lost a resource and I am still suffering. After becoming her Chinese teacher, I let bygones be bygones and look forward to her more.

I got along with her carefully, with the children who used to be in my remedial class, and then I went to Jun Jun and Jun Jun's daughter. Even standing on the podium, I dare not speak for myself or publicize a word for my remedial class. I really can't learn Jun Jun's skills of "being kind to others" and "building a car behind closed doors".

Turn on the phone and continue to do homework, only to see Cao's father's god reply, "It's been three years, and children's homework is written like this." Is the teacher conniving? "

I suddenly flew into a rage: "She didn't finish her homework yesterday and asked to stay and write, but she slipped away." I don't know whether it is the connivance of the teacher or the connivance of the parents. "

"The above is Jiang Mengqi's homework, which has been said many times."

"I talk more than you!" Cao's father continued to answer.

I said, who cares about you? This parent, we learned: "Yes, you are him, dear dad. She has been with you for several years, but she has only been with me for a few days. Of course, you talk a lot! "

"A day is also a teacher. You, the remedial class, we are all responsible.

"The key is that parents can't educate and don't know how to educate.

"If parents train their children to Tsinghua Peking University, the whole education system will go bankrupt!"

Anything else? It's unbelievable! Did I say something? The teacher can't criticize your daughter for doing her homework like that. Can't you pay attention?

It's over. It's over. Now we're really over. Except ourselves, everyone else in the group is a parent, so it's not too big to watch the fun. We really played a joke on ourselves!

Where does it hurt? Perhaps all our failures in this life have been lost to our own "cold, arrogant and inhuman" character. We can't learn flattery and intrigue in business. The true meaning of education, the initial intention of education and the lofty ideal of education have all disappeared under the cruel impact of reality.

"As long as the heart is full of love, which student is not cute?" Teachers who used to look at students with appreciation are good at finding the bright spots in students and accommodating their shortcomings; Teachers who let the songs fly and lead students to start learning in a pleasant atmosphere; Where is the considerate, amiable and respectable teacher?

I still remember when I first became a teacher, the children kindly called me "big sister" and "aunt". In class, I lead them to read deeply, lead them to swim proudly in the ocean of knowledge, and appreciate the profoundness of Chinese civilization with them.

Confucius' The Analects of Confucius and Zhou Shuren's From a Hundred Herbs Garden to a Three-pool Moon left a deep impression on me. After reading Zhu Ziqing's Spring, all the essays describing and praising spring in the world are less coquettish and less literary. Looking at my father's "back", looking at the family who love each other in the "walking" and looking at this warm world, my interpretation of the true feelings touched me.

At that time, the classroom was full of laughter and vitality. Now the classroom, no matter how passionate you are, is almost a backwater. A little indulgence is chaos, and few people listen attentively and think seriously; Take the opportunity to relax and make a noise. So I had to knock the ruler on the lecture table and order them to keep quiet.

Today's classroom is full of reprimands and warnings. Children are afraid of me and don't like me; I hate that iron doesn't turn into steel. I'm tired of watching each other if I don't appreciate them!

At that time, I often came to them to play with them, to play with them, and to let go of my mood. I bought a blank tape myself and recorded it for them to freeze their songs in my heart. How many lonely nights, those familiar melodies sounded in my ears over and over again, and I slept with their songs.

"Youth is like red, but it is too soon ..." "I was hit by youth ..." "Spring flowers, autumn wind, winter sunset" Until today, those familiar melodies are still floating in my heart and still fresh in my memory.

Yes, the good times are always so short, and my youth is gone forever. Today, I still hope that I can look at the world with appreciation, find the beauty in life with my heart, and capture those beautiful moments in life. Record your life and class with your mobile phone.

But all I did was add some gorgeous music to my beautiful articles, collect bits and pieces of memories for my later years, and inject fresh blood into my remedial classes.

I am not the only one. In this flashy world, the whole society and educational institutions are chasing this flashy thing. All kinds of work, reports, activities, sunshine. We spend most of our time in meetings, discussions, quality analysis and perfunctory study. How many people can really settle down to teaching?

When "the bird's wings are tied with gold, the bird can no longer soar in the sky." Is this my own sorrow or the whole education situation?

Standing on the podium, I became my most annoying appearance; Standing on the podium, I became a joke!