The morning flowers and evening pick-up series is some small articles I have written since I started working. Now I read it like seeing myself many years ago. I posted it as a commemoration of the past. "The Days of Growing Up with Students" was written in February 2013.
I used to be a Chinese teacher, but now I feel ashamed. I didn’t seem to understand “what is Chinese” and didn’t quite understand “how to teach Chinese”, so I taught Chinese for more than 10 years in a daze. But looking back, I was always serious and full of enthusiasm at that time. The guilt of misleading people's children was always much less.
The days of being a teacher began in 1996. I remember that when I first went to the podium, I took the Chinese language and a class teacher in the first and first grade classes. That year, the school had unprecedented high school entrance examinations. The good students were selected on a large scale. The remaining students in the first grade were students who had nowhere to rely on, and there were only 34 people in total (a student transferred away a few days after school started, which made me sad for a month). Basically, my learning foundation was very bad. I didn't seem to be discouraged at that time, and I was full of confidence to turn "decay" into magic and did it wishful thinking.
I still remember that I arranged a few banners in my class to boost my morale: 1. I am self-esteem, I am confident, and I am self-improvement. 2. What am I going to learn today? 3. What did I learn today? Oh, I remembered it. At that time, I still wrote the title of Dong Youjian, the then school principal and the current principal of Provincial Experimental Middle School, but unfortunately I couldn't stay.
That year, it is worth mentioning that a small homework reform was carried out in the class, allowing students to write study diaries and build a bridge of thoughts with students through diary review. I ask everyone to write a diary of insights based on what they read, learn, think, feel, and feel every day (the number of words is no less than 200 words). I always give a long comment after the student's diary. Sometimes it is longer than the student's articles. Every time I post it, the students will rush to read it. In order to win some of my good comments, students have worked hard to find materials, and the overall quality of writing diaries is still good. At that time, I assigned this homework, on the one hand, I wanted to avoid the boredom of copying and writing in Chinese, and on the other hand, I also considered doing some work in close proximity to students' thoughts. In fact, there were some elements of showing off, showing off my pen writing that I wrote was not bad, and showing off my novel and unique insights on things, things and people.
To be honest, I found a lot of happiness in the students' diaries. Students are willing to write their true feelings. Of course, I would rather read it. It is much more durable than reading the same homework or dry essays. Occasionally, I can still be praised directly or indirectly from the lines, which is quite exciting. Also, a few girls will sprinkle some perfume, pick up some petals, and draw a few illustrations in their diary. It is really pleasant to read. I remember that at that time, I asked students to write their favorite and thicker books for treasure. Therefore, every time I collected them, they always had a large pile of colorful and imposing. Compared with the thin stacks of other teachers, the amount was more than the thin stacks of other teachers, which made the grade group teachers envious. As soon as the diary was collected, the teachers were willing to come and read them, with a few comments mixed with praise. I remember that the grade group leader at that time, Teacher Hu - a foreign language teacher with a very old qualification, always read students' diaries and my comments loudly. At the end, they would definitely say "Very good"! For me who had just left school, it was quite useful!
The inadvertent evaluation of the grade group teacher always stimulates me to write comments better, with neat handwriting, precise comments, and wise and humorous language. Of course, there are also several exercise books in it. Those are boys who don’t have the time to study. They always deal with it in a few words. Sometimes they are unhappy, that is, when they correct their diary. At the other moments, I am always willing to devote myself to this stack of colorful notebooks, which is review and creation.
Later, Principal Dong Youjian found these students' diaries during a regular inspection at the school, and praised me greatly, which made me proud for a long time. This kind of homework for the diary of insight has been with me for more than two years. Until these students graduated, I still left behind five or six outstanding student diaries, occasionally showing off to the students who later.Later, when I moved my office and moved my house several times, these diaries were also lost, and I gradually forgot them. I finally saw one of the diaries in 2009 and no trace was found since then.
In front of the computer, I kept thinking about every bit of the past, and that feeling made people enjoy it. Suddenly I remembered a sentence I said when a student called me to wish me a New Year: In those years, I grew up with you.
