The sound of reading floated out of the window of the teaching building and echoed in the noisy campus just now.
Back in the office, a stack of exercise books was placed in the corner of the table as usual, with small notes with names removed in red strokes floating on them. Needless to say, another student didn't hand in his homework on time. I have seen through this class!
Before the application report for the principal was finished, I casually pushed open my exercise book and picked up the cup. Yesterday's rage seemed to make me sick of this stack of exercise books.
A letter, rummaging through the homework.
It's a small blue letter with a small flower in the background. The host seems to be afraid of being discovered directly by me and wants to attract my attention, so he shows a little blue edge.
I opened the letter and almost a whole page was written on a friendship paper commonly used by students:
"Teacher X:
I've been with you for a year. In this year, although the whole class often makes you angry, you will always be a good teacher in the eyes of the whole class. Some students even shed tears when you said you were leaving without teaching us. None of us want you to leave us. Some poor students say that advising you is hopeless. What we hope is that the headmaster will not accept your application and they will go to the headmaster themselves. Maybe the classmates in our class hurt your heart, because the classmates in our class are too naughty, but if you leave, the grades in our class will definitely drop. Other teachers have their own different teaching methods, but we have accepted your teaching methods and can't adapt to others. Do you want our class's grades to drop? Teacher Bin, don't go, continue to be a good teacher in our minds! Our whole class promises that we will never interfere with your class and listen carefully during your class. "
Signature: XXX XXX XXX XXX ...........
55 signatures, 55 students, childish and serious handwriting filled the space under the stationery.
I hold this letter, and my hands are shaking slightly. I remembered the scene in class yesterday.
This textbook is rich in content and boring. For these classes with poor foundation and low attendance, I try to prepare some life-related examples to enrich students' sensory knowledge.
The classroom atmosphere is very active, but I soon found it a little too active. The voices of several naughty boys began to sing one after another, intentionally or unintentionally, through lively discussion.
When I turned to write on the blackboard, a small paper ball flew to the ground not far from the podium, turned over and fell.
I'm not moving. Someone must be playing with a rubber band slingshot or something.
I coughed on purpose, looked around in front of the students, and stepped on the paper ball mercilessly.
The classroom seems quieter.
I am a little proud that this treatment is appropriate and wise. This kind of silence that is not angry and arrogant is more lethal than words.
Drawing on the blackboard, as soon as I turned around, another paper ball flew in and slammed on the circle I hadn't drawn yet.
"Who played! ! "I slapped the podium angrily, blushing like an angry lion facing a flock of goats! ! Broken chalk rolled down from the podium and splashed on the ground.
The classroom suddenly became quiet, and only my stormy voice could be heard.
Him! It must be him! !
I know the direction of the paper ball, and almost all the students sitting there have good grades. Only he, since junior high school, likes to play pranks. You see, there seems to be a bad smile on his face that hasn't faded in time.
"You stand up for me!"
As if he were ready, he sat motionless in his seat and looked out of the window.
"I didn't throw it, it's none of my business." This tone is obviously a challenge.
"Who did it? ! ! "
"I don't know, it's not me anyway!"
The whole class was silent, as if waiting to enjoy a good play that was about to begin.
I turned my eyes to several other good students and asked them if they were all clear. If anyone else testifies, see what he has to say. I resisted the urge to pull him up and tried to relax my tone.
"You said" I pointed to the good boy next to me, who is also a class cadre. "Did he throw it?"
He was silent for a moment, then reluctantly muttered, "I didn't see it clearly, but I can assure you it wasn't him!" " "The last sentence is not loud, but it is enough for everyone to hear clearly.
It seems that there are still several voices echoing.
The bad boy smiled smugly, as if he knew there would be such a perfect answer. That is the pride peculiar to winners.
The rest of the people laughed loudly, leaving me standing in the middle of the square full of autumn leaves, like a king fooled by the public.
I feel my face is hot, my fingertips are cold, and my body is shaking. My majesty, like dust in laughter, floats in the air, although it is a windless season.
I went back to the podium.
Don't know what to say, what to say, what to say.
Heavy footsteps, but not as heavy as the heart.
I still said something. I don't want to face these students again and I don't want to see them again. Today, yes, today, I will definitely apply to the headmaster to invite other teachers to teach this class. Whoever she is, I don't want to set foot in this classroom again.
Not much to say, I can't remember the content clearly.
Then, it is silent self-study.
Awkward and boring time.
The classroom was very quiet until the harsh bell rang.
I picked up the book and left without looking back.
There was silence behind him. It seems that someone wants to say something, but they can't keep up with my departure.
I haven't said a word all day. Anger became calm and disheartened.
When I walked to the door of the principal's office, I suddenly felt a little hesitant, like soaked green tea spinning slowly from the bottom of the cup and spreading out gently.
What are you hesitating about?
In fact, I really want to know myself
Perhaps, we should be grateful for that sudden hesitation.
Today, holding this letter, it seems that I can feel more than 50 beating hearts.
I am really that important in their eyes.
They are all children, and sometimes they are cute.
Didn't the student who usually doesn't care about anything stand out in the math contest? Doesn't that poor student often ask me questions? Didn't the student who often didn't hand in his homework listen carefully? Didn't they compete for the class wall newspaper?
The headmaster said that we will always allow our babies to make mistakes because they are trying and growing. Every move they make, even if it is wrong, we will encourage and help them improve. Now middle school students, in the long life, are not as naughty as when they were children?
I took out the unfinished application report and gently tore it up.
As soon as the bell rings, the children will surely see me coming into the classroom smiling as usual.
This time, I will tell them,
Teacher, I will always be with you. ...
-my own originality, you can't find it on Baidu, hehe. There are more than a dozen educational narratives in the office computer, I hope you can be satisfied!