Being an invigilator for the first time

On June 24th and 25th, my son's class teacher sent a message in the group one week in advance, inviting two parents who live in the city to voluntarily sign up as invigilators.

Although I spend most of my time in Beijing, I will arrive as soon as my son has a holiday or there is anything that needs my participation. So this time is no exception. I was the first person to register with the teacher.

Besides really wanting to do something for my son's class, I have a little selfishness: I will go to school to see what my son and his students are doing in the school exam.

The teacher is very considerate of my hard work. Ask me if it is convenient. I assure the teacher that it is no problem.

So I went home by car one day in advance, and then took the initiative to ask, and confirmed the time and place and matters needing attention with the teacher.

The next morning, it was a little cloudy. Walking on the tree-lined path leading to the school gate is extremely cool and pleasant. I arrived at school 20 minutes early.

I contacted my son's class teacher first, and he directly led me and another parent to the classroom in charge of invigilation. I am in the first examination room (my son is in the ninth examination room, so I have no time to see him).

Then I was arranged to sit in the last row of the classroom and explained some precautions, such as not sending and receiving test papers, not playing mobile phones during the exam and so on. You can go home after the exam at noon and come back in the afternoon. I offered to go to a restaurant with my son at noon, but I was politely refused.

There are two other teachers in charge of invigilation, one is our school teacher and the other is a foreign school teacher. Everyone is serious and quiet, doing their job. Smile at each other only when you ask for my signature with an answer sheet sealed bag.

The first class is math, which lasts for two hours. Time passes slowly. Looking up, I saw the words 12 written on the blackboard: carefully examine the questions, standardize the writing, and answer the questions carefully.

Seeing those teenagers immersed in books makes my mood perk up. They are quiet and attentive, and consciously abide by the rules of the examination room. Teachers don't have to stare at who cheats in circles. Only occasionally one or two students look back at the time of hanging the clock.

But as soon as the papers are handed in after class, several of their familiar friends will get together and answer the multiple-choice questions loudly. When everyone's answers are consistent, they all give a knowing laugh together.

The teacher should not only ensure that the book is finished on time in the next class, but also wait for the students to write the last word. Every detail can feel the teacher's good intentions.

Mathematics is my son's biggest headache and he often fails. I thought he was in pain. Who knows, after class, I went to find him at the entrance of their examination room, and he even said faintly: Nothing. Will it all be full anyway? This boy, I am also speechless.

The second class is about to start, 70 minutes, history. I think time flies. After class, the two teachers finished their papers and left. I went to the front of the classroom alone to say hello to a female teacher who didn't go far, and then went downstairs to find my son.

I didn't find it in their classroom, and I didn't wait in the corridor for long. When all the students returned to the classroom, they didn't find their son. Leave in anger alone.

There are many energetic students coming out with suitcases along the road. This is a third-year student who has just finished the senior high school entrance examination and is ready to leave school for another journey of life. I silently wish them all the best.

The bus stop outside the school was also full of students and almost didn't get on the bus. I was going to have dinner at my relatives' house at noon, but I changed my mind halfway and got off the bus. I went to KFC and ordered a Beijing chicken roll and a cup of lemon orange juice tea for lunch.

I didn't eat breakfast well, and I was really hungry, but I didn't dare to eat more in order to lose weight.

The first class in the afternoon will take an English test for 90 minutes. Most of the students finished their writing, including the composition, word for word. There is a boy in the back row who may not be very good at English. Choose the inscription without blinking, and then he began to be in a daze without writing a composition, which made people anxious.

The last lesson is geography, 60 minutes. These students in the back row are in excellent condition, burying their heads in writing. I also infer that they should be able to do it, and the problem is not difficult. Anyway, I hope every student can do well in the exam.

This time as an invigilator, it is also the first time to experience the boring side of being an invigilator, and the explanation is perfect.

First of all, I remembered their class convention:

Then, I counted 50 people in the whole examination room, of whom 39 wore glasses, 1 1 did not wear glasses. 34 boys, 16 girls; 14 students wear long-sleeved uniforms and 36 students wear short-sleeved uniforms. 4 electric fans, 8 lamps, 2 brooms, 2 mops,/kloc-0 bookcase, 7 baskets of books. ...

Although being an invigilator as a parent takes up my own working time, it looks simple and boring. However, I think I have a better understanding of the school, teachers and children by taking part in invigilation this time. I will support the work of schools and teachers more in the future, and I will understand the children's serious efforts in their studies. Come on, kid!