-It's an inscription.
I have a sudden headache and my life is temporarily at a loss. I stood on the balcony, overlooking the myriad lights dotted in the night, and the slow traffic under the dim street lights. A moment later, the night wind with a little spring breath came from all directions like a runaway wild horse. After a chill, it was kind, because it was like the wind that night many years ago.
The time goes back to1March, 999, maybe April, and the place is the children's school of Enkou Coal Mine in Loudi. A group of inexperienced people came here with full expectations and started "the most glorious career under the sun"-first boarded the podium and started a one-month educational internship.
Looking back now, the conditions are really hard. We boys sleep on the first floor, take a bath by the open-air well in the countryside outside the school, and don't remember how to solve it when eating. One month's internship, although everyone's teaching internship task is only a Chinese class and a math class, but the "harsh" teacher who led the team made us toss and turn.
Because computers were not popular at that time, because it was the first time to go to the podium, the teacher who led the team asked us to write a detailed lesson plan by hand. This is ok. What I hate most is that the teacher who led the team deliberately fooled us: after the fourth draft, we were asked to rewrite a few pages of lesson plans honestly on the grounds that a font must be in block letters before signing to allow us to go to the podium.
On the day of class, I discussed the teaching design with my classmates and had a fight with the students. The busy and fulfilling days passed quickly. All the troubles and depression always come and go casually in young people, and it seems that nothing can capture the traces at that time.
On the days when there is no class, we play crazy. Not to mention the teachers who lead the team often invite us to karaoke at night. From "Too Soft Heart" to "Sad Pacific", we should have yelled at all the popular songs of that era for n times (as normal students, we have studied vocal music for three years in a down-to-earth manner); I didn't say we would meet at the weekend, go to a nearby hill for a so-called outing, and then pick a bunch of azaleas and give them to the original teacher of the internship class after returning to school; Just grab a big hen on the nearby road and then go to the nearest classmate's house for a meal, which will make people memorable. The aftertaste is not only the delicious taste of the old hen, but also the secret joy of doing bad things together when I was a child.
Back in time, as normal students, we always feel that we are the worst. As soon as I entered the school, the school implemented a rolling system (that is, public students and entrusted students ranked according to their grades and conduct, and as long as they ranked high, they enjoyed the treatment of public students regardless of their status at the time of admission). At that time, they also complained from the bottom of their hearts that the head teacher of grade three lied to us: as long as you work hard for a few more months, you will have an iron rice bowl and you will be relaxed.
Complaining is complaining, and people don't bow their heads under the eaves. Study hard and behave well at ordinary times, otherwise your final grades and conduct results will be converted into a large amount of tuition fees you felt at that time, and there will be less than 30 "subsidies" every month. With this policy, I dare not neglect at ordinary times. When the final exam comes, the whole school is simply studying by candlelight. After the lights were turned off, I had to secretly recite boring and abstract educational principles in bed with a flashlight and complain. I was tortured for five semesters, because last semester was graduation, as long as I passed; Even if you fail in the exam, don't pay the tuition.
When I was studying in a normal school, two things impressed me deeply. Two things are related to character: one is about reading novels in class. At that time, I knew that I had to deduct points for reading novels in class, but I still couldn't help but remember the loyalty and martial arts tricks in Jin Yong's novels and couldn't help but take them out and watch them secretly in class. Other teachers were fine in class, so I cleverly hid it. Only the psychology class was caught by teacher Yi every time I watched it, and then threatened to report it to the school, deducting my conduct points and being counted as an individual in the class. Although Mr. Yi is the head teacher of the next class, as long as he intercedes, he still lets me go. This has been repeated twice. As long as it is a psychology class in the future, I will never dare to read novels again.
The first is about the classroom of the intern teacher. At that time, several students from Normal University came to our school as interns. I remember that our class was a biology intern teacher, Miss Shao. In fact, she is ok in class, and she doesn't feel distant from us. We all like her. I remember when her internship ended, my classmates and I also gave her a big photo album. Once she was in class above, and a classmate was sleeping below, so her class teacher wrote it down. At that time, our class had a sense of collective honor, and immediately asked her head teacher not to tell the school, otherwise we would deduct our class's conduct points. Later, her class teacher said not to tell the school. He wrote it down just to tell Mr. Shao what part of her class was not lively and interesting, which failed to attract students and caused them to fall asleep, so she should improve her class in the future.
If we go back in time, we will come to1the first weekend after school started in September, 1996. After the intense and heavy military training, most of my roommates went home, leaving only Xiao Zhihua and me. Saturday night is fine. After a week's hard work, we fell asleep peacefully, but the next morning, looking at the empty dormitory with only the two of us, I was in tears, and Xiao Zhihua couldn't stop crying.
Many years after graduation, Xiao Zhihua occasionally mentioned the Sunday morning when I cried and said that he wanted to cry when he saw me crying. This is the first time in fourteen years that I have been so far away from home. ...