『一』Article: About "My Education Story"

The morning reading preparation bell rang.

The sound of reading floated out from the windows of the teaching building, echoing on the campus that was so noisy just now.

Back in the office, a stack of homework books was placed on the corner of the table as usual, with a small piece of paper floating on it with a name drawn in red pen. Needless to say, another student failed to turn in their homework on time. I have seen through this class!

I haven’t finished writing the application report to the principal, so I pushed away the homework book casually and picked up the water glass. Yesterday’s anger seemed to make me hate the stack of homework books.

A letter was stuck in the homework pile.

It was a small blue letter with a small flower shading. The owner seemed to be afraid of being discovered directly by me and wanted to attract my attention, so he exposed a little bit of the blue edge.

I opened the letter, and there was almost a full page written on a piece of friendship paper commonly used by students:

"Teacher X:

I have been with you for a while. Years have passed. During this year, although the whole class often made you angry, in the minds of the whole class, you will always be a good teacher. The classmates even cried. We don’t want you to leave us. Some of the poorer students said: There is no hope for you. What we hope is that the principal will not accept your application. They will go to the principal in person, maybe. It breaks your heart because the students in our class are too naughty, but if you leave, the grades of our class will definitely drop. Other teachers have their own different teaching methods, but we have accepted your teaching method. You can't adapt to others. Do you want our class's grades to drop? Teacher Bin, please don't leave, and continue to be a good teacher in our minds! We as a class promise that we will never interfere with your class. Seriously Listen to every class."

Signature: XXX XXX .

As I hold this letter, my hands are shaking slightly. The scene in yesterday's class appeared before me again.

This class originally had a lot of content but was boring. For these classes whose basic knowledge is poor and they don’t pay much attention to lectures, I tried my best to prepare some life-related examples to enrich students’ sensory understanding.

The classroom atmosphere was very active, but soon I found that it was a bit too active. The voices of several naughty boys began to chant and sing, intentionally or unintentionally, through the excitement of the discussion.

When I turned around to write on the blackboard, a small ball of paper flew to the ground not far from the podium, turned over, and fell down.

I remained silent, someone must be playing with a rubber band slingshot or something like that.

I coughed on purpose, looked around the students, and stepped hard on the corpse of the paper ball.

The classroom seemed a little quieter.

I am somewhat proud that this approach is appropriate and wise. This kind of calm silence is more lethal than words.

I was drawing a picture on the blackboard. As soon as I turned around, another ball of paper flew over and hit the circle I hadn't drawn yet.

"Who hit me!!" I slapped the podium angrily, like an angry lion with a red face facing a group of goats! ! Broken chalk tumbled from the podium and splashed to the ground.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and only my stormy voice could be heard.

Him! It must be him! !

I know the direction in which the paper ball is flying. Almost all the students sitting there are students with good grades. He is the only one who likes to do little tricks and pranks since he was in junior high school. You see, there seems to be a bad smile on his face that has not yet faded away.

"Stand up!"

He seemed to have been prepared. He sat motionless in his seat and looked out the window.

"I didn't throw it, it's none of my business." That tone was clearly a challenge.

"Who could have done that?!"

"I don't know, it's not me anyway!"

The whole class was silent, as if waiting Enjoy a good show that starts as soon as it comes out.

I turned my attention to several other good classmates and asked them if everything was clear. If someone else testifies, let's see what else he has to say. I suppressed the urge to pull him up and tried to keep my tone as relaxed as possible.

"Tell me," I pointed to the good boy next to me, who was also a class cadre, "did he throw it away?"

He was silent for a moment and reluctantly said He muttered: "I didn't see clearly, but I can guarantee it's not him!" The latter words were not loud, but enough for everyone to hear clearly.

There seemed to be several voices echoing.

The bad boy smiled proudly, as if he had known he would have such a perfect answer. It is a kind of pride unique to the winner.

The rest of the people also laughed loudly, leaving me alone, like a king who was fooled by the public, standing alone in the middle of the square full of autumn leaves.

I felt that my face was hot, my fingertips were cold, and my body was shaking. My majesty was blown away in the air like dust in the roar of laughter, even though it was a windless season.

I returned to the podium.

I don’t know what to say, what to say, what to say.

The steps are heavy, but they are not as heavy as the heart.

I still said something. I no longer want to face these students, no longer want to see them. Today, yes, today, I will definitely apply to the principal to ask other teachers to teach this class. No matter who she is, I don't want to step into this classroom again.

I didn’t say much, but I can’t remember the content.

Then, study in silence.

Awkward and boring time.

The classroom was extremely quiet until the harsh bell rang.

I picked up the book and left without looking back.

There was silence behind him. It seemed like someone wanted to say something, but it couldn't catch up with my departure.

I was silent all day. The anger turned into calmness, into despair.

As I walked to the door of the principal's office, I suddenly felt a trace of hesitation in my heart, like soaked green tea slowly spinning from the bottom of the cup and spreading out gently.

What are you hesitating about?

Actually, I also want to know.

Perhaps, I should be grateful for that sudden hesitation.

Today, holding this letter, I feel like I am feeling fifty beating hearts.

I am really that important in their eyes.

They are all children, and they are cute sometimes.

Didn’t that student who usually didn’t care about anything perform very well in the math competition? Didn’t that student with poor grades often ask me questions? Didn’t the student who often didn’t hand in his homework pay attention to the class carefully? Didn’t they scramble to finish the class poster themselves?

The principal said that we will always allow our babies to make mistakes because they are trying and growing up. Every move they make, even if they are wrong, we will encourage and help them improve. Aren't today's middle school students, in their long lives, like naughty children?

I took out the unfinished application report and gently tore it into pieces.

When the class *** rings, the children will definitely see me walking into the classroom with a smile as usual.

This time, I will tell them,

Teacher, I will always be with you...

----------My own It's original and can't be found on the Internet, haha.

There are also more than a dozen educational narratives on the office computer, I hope you will be satisfied!

『二』Book list of my education story

Tolerance is a silent education

Never give up

In silence Care for every "world"

Inspiration from the "rubber band"

Two stories of "tolerance" education

Use "Chicken Soup for the Soul" to transform underachievers

The story of Fangfang and me

Psychological mutual help, finally releasing the knot

Be a class teacher with the same quality as water

Sanpen "Cold water

Moisturizes things silently

Small tricks, small achievements

The relationship between teachers and students triggered by a button

Awakening self-confidence

Listening to the sound of flowers blooming

Special love for special you - the story of the transformation of "underachievers"

After the "Pornographic Photogate"

Examples of educational safety

"Unconventional tactics" to reform problem students - a student's transformation process

Open Sesame - use psychological counseling to open up the youth His heart

"A-flu" crisis - emotional transmission

Who is his favorite

Work hard with "heart" and give with "love"

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How to lead the way?

Show your hand in front of students’ parents

Let love sneak in education

Communication 100, unlimited care

The Miracle of Love

Stories from the Q Group

Different Children

Equal communication is a question for teachers and students. Jinqiao

"Stealing Cell Phones" Controversy

Promoting the Buds of Confidence

Using Love to Influence Problem Students

Changing Faces

A flowering tree

Give more care to "underachievers"

It is not difficult to guess a girl's thoughts

Sneak into the night with the wind and moisturize things silently

Universal love, non-aggression

Tolerance, equality, love

Be a competent mentor for the healthy growth of students

Happy Teachers' Day

A Letter of Guarantee

Education of Love

Teachers born in the 1970s and students born in the 1980s

Grow through reflection

Xiao Pei, you have finally grown up!

Listen to the sound of flowers blooming

How to transform the overall state of the class

Give love, sincerity, understanding and care

Understand students and help students

Communicate with love

Cultivate the soul with the heart

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Care saved him

Tears behind his back

When I faced my students’ puppy love

Postscript

"Three" An essay based on my education story

Every inch of time is worth every inch of gold, feel the passage of time.