One day this week, I suddenly received a hard task from the school to write my own home visit story. Maybe it was organized by the Education Bureau years ago? Thousands of teachers walk into thousands of households? The continuation of the activity. I really couldn't write it at first, which was a bit contradictory. Real home visits seem to have drifted away. In recent years, with the development of communication, home visits have actually become? Telephone interview? In a real sense, teachers are more cautious about home visits for fear of arousing parents' unwarranted suspicion. When I was a class teacher, I didn't even call my parents easily, for fear of scaring their hearts, because many parents always worried that their children wouldn't get into trouble when they received the call from the class teacher, right? Isn't the child sick? So, let's go back in time and go back to the day when I first taught flogging. Perhaps, there will be one or two true home visit stories.
1992 graduation assignment, students with connections switched to enterprises one after another, because the wages of enterprises were far better than those of schools at that time, and they could only stay in the city if they switched careers. We have to go to villages and towns to do this work. I was assigned to Zhu Jie Central Junior High School and became a political teacher.
Zhu Jie Central Junior High School is located in the southwest corner of North Zhu Jie, adjacent to the Sixth Vocational School in the south. It is a provincial standardized school. Although there are no pavilions, there are only one-color bungalows, but they are also patchwork, green and dripping, birds and flowers, and beautiful books.
I was assigned to class four, Grade two, to teach politics. I was a young man who just graduated at that time. Apart from passion and affinity, I have nothing in teaching experience and educational skills, but my disciples quickly accepted me. Today, I really should thank them for their tolerance. They made me feel respect as a beginner and realized the endless fun of teaching and educating people. At that time, I only brought a textbook to lecture, but I never looked at it when I was lecturing. I knew in my head that the content of the textbook was almost word for word. If you press the textbook now, you will make mistakes. You are really drunk. At that time, students were not spoiled as they are now, and sometimes they made mistakes. It is normal for them to be whipped by a few pointers. Unlike now, when they gently hit the students, the teacher seems to have committed a heinous crime. The headmaster criticized them, and their parents told them that the students jumped into the river. I remember a classmate named Ma secretly posted a note on my clothes when I was in class, asking me to bring a note when I was in class? Show off in the street? Play tricks on me, destroy my prestige, and when I find out, I will give you a fat beating directly. Many years after graduation, Ma Tongxue was the first person to invite me to dinner. He secretly told me that it didn't hurt to hit him, but he was stunned by my formation.
In order to prevent students from dropping out of school, home visits are a common practice for teachers. In the second year of teaching, Teacher Chen Peixia is the head teacher of Class 4, and I am the deputy head teacher of her class. There is a student named Zhang Moumou in the class who has the idea of dropping out of school because of family difficulties. Teacher Chen and I hurried to visit her home and do her parents' work. I remember her home seems to be in Xiaolianghe Village, next to Teacher Chen, about ten miles away. We rode to her house, parked outside the gate and walked in. God, chicken manure is scattered all over the yard, and there is no place to waste it. I thought at that time, if only I could walk with my feet on my shoulders. It seems that her mother received us. Although we tried to persuade her, it had little effect. Finally, we had to come back with chicken manure. Last year, I was shocked to hear that this Zhang Moumou classmate died of illness, and my heart was suddenly mixed. If we can hold back the smell of chicken excrement, insist on making several home visits and be more patient, maybe Zhang Moumou's parents can let her go back to school, maybe her fate will change, her family life will be happier, and maybe the disease will not take away her young life. Thinking of these, I can't help but feel a little guilty. I think this family visit story is true, although it doesn't have a perfect ending and miraculous educational effect. After more than 20 years, it still touches my soul and deserves my own reflection. Waiting for flowers to bloom, perhaps education needs more patience. Later, I visited Lushan Hutong and other places with teacher Dong Yuzhong several times, but I was not impressed, so I won't go into details.
Education may be a career with eternal defects, it will never be so perfect, the best educational opportunity may be lost in an instant, and the choice of educational methods and the balance of educational level will also have a certain impact on the educational effect. All this will undoubtedly make educators often feel regret and self-blame, but we believe that as long as our initial education remains unchanged, as long as our awe of the three-foot platform remains unchanged, our regrets will become smaller and smaller. Perhaps, at that time, there will be more and more almost perfect home visit stories.
Author: Liu Jingsen (WeChat official account: Jingsen original)