In Yale University, there is a strong academic atmosphere on campus, filled with a kind of spiritual cynicism and the pursuit of life.
Hello, I mean you are in Europe. He is a history major, not a vocational major. No, he is a frequent visitor to the class. He is a development major. Bye, chat with the music, ok? 0? 9 are Ren Ke's old professors (to respect their names, they have a set of ready-made names).
The ancient professors believed that Qi Yuxuan, a handsome boy and the best tape, symbolized Claire's image and became a Chinese style, and would surely be loved by people. 0? 9ges。 Professor, what do you like? 0? No one likes students, no one likes the affairs in the social environment, and no one likes the history of Russian revolution, but in fact, this is a collective responsibility. 0? 8 sorority plenary meeting. Why is this happening? 0? 9. Reason: The professor said that his hair is the surface of White Mousse, which is a unique style, and the students noticed this in the same lawsuit.
Similarly, the choice of nouns, notes and dates.
In Xi Xue, we signed an agreement on employees at the end of 2004. In April, it was a department of human history, but its school was not here. 0? When a person loses his job, Yin Yin estimates that he will become ignorant and stupid. One day, a student called us and asked if our Russian revolutionary professor was human. 0? Parkinson's disease This old professor is a teacher in our school as well as a teacher in our school. At the moment, what I want to say is that my heart has been hurt. I don't like greeting commanders on the phone. Does this have anything to do with passports and hidden behavior? 0? What do you think of football? 0? Don't.
As a vocational school, its professors and students have studied flowers, trees, music and other courses, but they have also been admired and concerned by millions of students. ? 0? At this moment, I think, this is an economic era and an era of repentance. Oh, my professors and students? 0? I know nothing about excuses: I am solé, my teacher.
In college, there was no strong academic atmosphere on campus, but more cynicism and unrealistic pursuit of life.
Unfortunately, I am one of them. I study history, but this is not my favorite major, so attending classes every day becomes a torment. At that time, the old professors entertained themselves (to respect these teachers, his name was hidden for the time being).
The old professor who taught me looks majestic and chiseled, and his gray hair is cut into a fashionable flat-cut hairstyle, which adds a bit of handsomeness. It can be seen that he must have been very popular with girls when he was young. However, the old professor's class was not favored by the students. In the social environment of national commerce, he actually offered "History of Russian Revolution", and it turned out to be a compulsory course, so it was almost unanimously resisted by the whole class. Perhaps it is because the old professor is old, and when he speaks, his mouth is always covered with white foam. At this time, there will be a commotion in the class, and the note passed between students reads: Look, he is foaming at the mouth again.
Things like giving teachers nicknames and comments are too numerous to mention.
It was in this practical joke that we spent four years and went our separate ways. After that, I also had the experience of being a teacher for the first time, and the lessons I didn't want to listen to at school came in handy, so I vaguely felt the ignorance and ignorance of that year. One day, a classmate who stayed in school to work called me and told me that the old professor who preached the history of Russian revolution had senile Parkinson's disease. He also said that foaming at the mouth of the old professor was a harbinger of illness. According to the regulations of the school, he can rest at home, but the shortage of teachers in the history department is a well-known fact, so the old professor suppressed his illness. At that moment, I suddenly wanted to cry, and the scene of pranks in school came to my face, and that kind of guilt eroded my heart. In the next few months, I was too nervous to even say hello to my teacher. Because, compared with those ugly behaviors in the past, that greeting is so pale and powerless.
Soon after, the school held a celebration. When the professors stood up to accept the flowers presented by the students, there were no lines, no music, and only tens of thousands of students were full of admiration and admiration. At that time, my tears gurgled down, and only I knew how long these tears had accumulated and how much remorse they carried. Oh, my teachers, please accept a deep apology from an ignorant student: I'm sorry, my teachers.