At this moment, a person is lying in bed leisurely, remembering the happy days carefully.
7. 16
The last English exam was finally finished in the morning of 16. The third child, like the Monkey King, finally escaped from the Wuzhishan of the Tathagata Buddha. Seeing the circle of friends, many children walked out of the examination room and jumped up excitedly (unfortunately, I didn't witness such a picture with my own eyes). Because my son refused our pick-up, he rushed to the examination room for two and a half days independently. ) I fully support my son to play at noon. In the afternoon, my son went to school to shoot graduation photo.
Some time ago, the parents of the parents' Committee planned it, and when the children finished the exam. Spend a day asking professionals to make micro-movies. Senior three commemorates the good times of junior high school, which is also a perfect ending for junior high school. Let's enjoy the microfilm made by last year's graduating class. I saw it and thought it was pretty good. I think my son has just finished the exam and there is no academic pressure. Making micro-movies is also a way for my son and his classmates to relax and exchange feelings, and exercise his communication skills by the way. So I did not hesitate to sign up my son, in order not to affect the children's senior high school entrance examination. Parents are hiding something from their children. I also mentioned to my husband that my son doesn't like taking pictures and may not want to go. Although I have the same idea, I still did not hesitate to sign up for my son, even if it was a waste of registration fees, just like I bought my son materials for the senior high school entrance examination last semester. Although my son probably didn't do it, even if he did a little, he still needs to buy this material, and money is needed.
Come back at night and tell your son.
Tomorrow, I will continue to go to school to shoot a class graduation microfilm. It may take a day to shoot and have lunch with my classmates at school at noon.
Hearing this, the son immediately refused: No way, why didn't you tell me in advance about this kind of thing, and you have to shoot all day?
I saw my son's resolute attitude. I said calmly: I'm sorry, my mother didn't tell you in advance, because my parents told me not to tell my children in advance, for fear of affecting the mood of some children, thus affecting the review of the senior high school entrance examination.
You see, your junior high school is over, and it may be difficult for many students to meet again in the future. Tomorrow is not only a photo shoot, but also a good show. This is the last time you get along. Why don't you want to take pictures? Don't you like Mr. Ma?
The son said: Teacher Ma can not only curse, but also be good. I don't want to play with them I don't like them. I want to leave this school as soon as possible. I don't want to see them I am unhappy at the thought of going to school to fill in my volunteers on August 2.
I was a little surprised to hear my son say so. Wu Xiaowen once praised her son for having a good time with Liu Houye and Sun. That is, I whispered, you have divided into groups, each with six people. Are you with Wu Xiaowen, or are you with Liu Houye?
The son frowned and said, I won't shoot me.
I said quietly. But you are all in groups, with six people in each group. If you don't go, there will be one less person in your group.
My son ignored me.
Seeing this, I won't insist on letting him go. I intend to talk to Liu Houye again tomorrow morning. If I really don't want to go, let him go.
At night 10:00, I contacted Liu Houye's mother on WeChat, hoping that Houye could take a photo with her son and tell her that Houye should be his best friend. His mother said it was true. Every time she went to pick up her son, she saw them leave school together. I'm surprised. Because I never pick up children, I know nothing about these situations. My son seldom tells us when he comes home. Houye's mother asked me to talk to the monitor's mother alone. Because this photo shoot was mainly organized by the monitor's mother, she was responsible for the distribution of the team members.
At six o'clock the next morning, I privately asked the monitor's mother to put the two children into a group.
At 7 o'clock, in the photo group, I saw parents and photographers arrive at school early.
I gently pushed open my son's door. My son is still sleeping and not awake. I gently woke up my son and told him to get up and go to school to make a micro-movie. My son ignored me and locked the door. I don't feel anything about it either. Because in the two years of Class 27, except for a singing contest in Grade 8 and a photo taken by graduation photo, the whole class yesterday afternoon, it was too dull, and my son didn't take a photo with several classmates. So I want to try again. Maybe my son can change his mind.
I calmly and gently advised my son outside the door that if he didn't want to take more photos, he would just take a few photos and take a few photos with his best classmates. You and Liu Houye are assigned to a group. If you want to come back, you can come back early.
The son is still silent. I said it again when I heard my son knocking at the door with a book. I stopped at once and saw that it was already 7: 20. I said goodbye to my son outside the door and went to work.
At eight o'clock, Liu Houye's mother WeChat told me that her son had not arrived. I briefly told him the situation and hoped his son would persuade my son.
A little after eight o'clock, from tutor to parent management. I saw my son log on to QQ.
So I greeted my son through QQ, deleted the chat records of Grandpa's mother and the chat records that parents decided to keep secret temporarily, and sent them to my son.
Maybe my son can see that, maybe he changed his mind.
My son still hasn't responded.
I called my husband and told him the situation. I also sent these two screenshots to my husband. I hope he will go back to see his son early after the night shift and tell him the screenshot. It would be better if his son could take pictures.
At nine o'clock, my husband called and said, My son doesn't want to take pictures. He and his son went to the supermarket to buy snacks. After lunch, we returned to our hometown together.
I have promised my son to take him back to his hometown to play with his cousins after the senior high school entrance examination. This is what my son yearns for, and it is also a gift for his son after the senior high school entrance examination. Originally, my husband planned to go back to his hometown in the early morning of 17, so he postponed it to 18 morning because he had to shoot a micro-movie. Now my son must be very happy. Although I couldn't make a microfilm in my heart, I quickly put it down.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, at the urging of my husband, we set off on time. In the car, I happily handed my cell phone to my son to pass the boring time. I was in a good mood when I saw my son smile. I smiled and touched his hand and asked him, Baby! Can you tell me why I don't want to go to school to see my classmates?
The son said. In a bad mood.
I paused, thought for a moment, and said: There must be a reason for being in a bad mood. Something unpleasant or embarrassing must have happened.
The child said. Don't tell you.
After a while, the son said, it doesn't matter if I tell you. Forget it, I'll tell you. Because when I went to shoot graduation photo that afternoon, my classmates were playing games with their mobile phones. I don't have my cell phone.
It dawned on me a little: Oh, so that's it! Do they all have cell phones? Did Liu Houye bring his mobile phone?
The son said that he didn't bring it.
I said: Did Sun bring his cell phone?
The son said, well, he didn't bring it either. About half of the people have mobile phones.
I said: you don't have your mobile phone, you can watch them play!
The son said nothing.
Later, I heard from my husband and son that he was really unlucky.
In elementary school, he was in the last class of grade and was placed in grade four.
In junior high school, he was the last in his grade. In the second grade, I was placed in the class again in the second grade.
Now that I think about it, my son has been assigned to class 27 in the second day of junior high school, and it seems that he has not been too integrated. My son didn't talk much. They have been thinking about the original class 29, thinking about the teacher in charge of the original class 29, Teacher Wang. In the eighth grade sports meeting, he once said that if he was asked to shout, he would only cheer for the original class 29! They also have a QQ group called Class 29 forever. I asked my son. There are not many students in Class 27 who are close to him. I pointed to graduation photo in my mobile phone and asked him to tell me the names of all my classmates. Most of my sons are unfamiliar, and many of them can't be named. My son seldom tells me what happened at school, and I'm not sure how he gets along with the classmates in Class 27. I saw his signature in QQ those two days, which may be a little unpleasant between him and his classmates.
So I have a better understanding of my son's behavior.
I hope that after high school, my son can meet a class he likes, a teacher he appreciates and admires, and all the classmates he meets, so that he can get a lot of spiritual food from teachers and classmates.
After more than four hours' drive. We arrived at our son's aunt's house and will go back to her mother-in-law's house after breakfast tomorrow.
I went to my sister-in-law's house, and soon, I had dinner again. Honey, I'm playing cards with them downstairs. My son and his cousin are upstairs watching TV. My son played with my mobile phone for a while and gave it back to me at my suggestion. We played chess with my cousin for a while until eleven o'clock in the evening. Because of the shortage of beds, my son and niece share a room. I am the shortest, sleeping next to a small bed with a crib, and two children sleep in a big bed. I seldom play with my son for so long recently, and I seldom watch variety shows so carefree. Variety shows are particularly funny. I feel comfortable with the children.
My son finally told me the reason why he was in a bad mood.
Appreciate my son sticking to his heart and not forcing himself to do things he doesn't like.
I appreciate that you can look at this matter objectively and accept the result completely.
Projecting my son's three years in high school, he can spend every day fully and happily.
Projecting his son's future life is very smooth and wonderful, and he constantly meets the help of nobles and tutors.