The final exam finally came, which was a kind of liberation for me. Taking advantage of the students' scores that have just been corrected, you may wish to carefully reflect on yourself in the next semester. This article may be my rambling, my life, and everything in the school year.
At 1:32 a.m. on September 10, 2018, I arrived at a master's house opposite the school and will stay at his house for one night. That night, my grandmother made a bed for me in a room and went to sleep. On the day I arrived at his house, I had never met him before.
In other words, it was the next day to meet the old man, who did not meet that night.
When I go to work, I take my students to clean up, and slowly verify all my impressions of the school and everything.
At noon that day, after lunch at school, when I went to my grandpa's house to get my rechargeable battery, my grandma stopped me and asked me if I wanted to drink horse milk.
There are two kids in grandpa's family, in primary school and kindergarten. Their national language (Putonghua) is not good. In this village where Kazak people live in concentrated communities in the deep mountain, the environment of the national language (Putonghua) is not very good, and we can still communicate between the wrong and the wrong. Thanks to the Uyghur language I learned before. (Because I grew up in Suxiang, which can also be said to be a place with more Uighurs, the atmosphere of Uighur is strong. Although there is a big gap between Uighur and Kazakh.)
After drinking two bowls of horse milk, I felt dizzy in the afternoon. In this senseless years, time passed like a white horse in a flash.
At that time, I took the third and sixth grade Chinese. A school that has just started a Chinese course, a student who has just started a Chinese course. As I wrote before, they are all new people.
That semester, step by step. After all, every day is busy and full. But I myself, muddle along, chaotic past. In that semester, the two classes of Chinese went to the later librarian, and then to the part-time security, legal, and student status.
Life is always endless, but there is always hope. Then, inspired by hope, I gradually gained courage, but on the endless road, I slowly let everything fade away. However, he always inspires himself with nihility, just like the general cry of Boyue, "Even if you are in trouble, you should also forge ahead", but he is always unwilling to admit that maybe the last thing is "Your Majesty is about to fight to death, why do you come down first?"
In that semester, the third grade I brought was the last but one in Chinese in the school, and the sixth grade was the first. During the winter vacation, I worked for students to train in Mandarin, and later for continuous residents. In addition to the Spring Festival can completely shut down a few days of rest, the rest of the day, seems to be busy. Not for themselves, not for dreams.
Suddenly like a dream, the new semester began. After adjusting the education and teaching work and various tasks, I mainly teach sixth grade Chinese as well as safety, legal system and student status.
At the beginning of school, I was honored to be absent from the students' political study and the first week of teaching. At that time, the student administrator was trained. As a newcomer, I used to eat and drink. Come back and start teaching.
The children in Grade 6 gradually found out my temper and temperament, and several of them also became interested in Chinese or more profound "literature" that I could not explain clearly myself. Maybe they came to Menghuan Chenfeng and saw my words, or they were interested in this because they watched Mr. Jiang talk about everything in every text in class.
Anyway, this is a good thing. At least not invite me to join the chicken eating team. (I haven't played chicken for more than a year.)
In Grade 6, there are junior high school students. There is also a "inland junior high school class" in Xinjiang. My previous articles Looking Back 17 Years I once missed it because of the gap. (The Chinese composition is off topic.)
What I can't do, let my students try.
There are four children attending the junior high school. In other words, I will finish my classes at the end of May. I remember that at that time, I made up lessons directly in the winter vacation, and I chose the simplest method, accounting for several classes. One wen a day in March The 19th day of "making up" lessons for students for the first time in life It is mentioned in. After all, all the disorderly things, such as reporting forms or attending the "2019 safety qualification certification training class for the education system", have already disrupted my rhythm throughout March.
In April, my life gradually subsided. If March is compared to a rough sea, April is a calm lake. You can use it as a mirror, but don't get involved in it, because few people know its depth. And those who get involved in it are always gradually submerged, losing their voice and words.
A gust of wind will set off new waves. For example, the wind of sweeping away evil has set off new waves.
It doesn't matter. After the "2019 safety qualification certification training class for the education system", I finally got the "safety training certificate". What's the use? It seems that I can have a certificate as a security manager. After all, in today's life, it seems that everything needs to be certified. For example, if you have a work permit, you will have a pass on the way. But can you work without a work permit? I don't know. But I can't be sent to the mountains without a teacher's qualification certificate, nor can I serve this job that I can't eat enough or die from hunger.
In April, with the support of my parents, I got my own car and my first ticket. (in traffic)
In May, it comes lightly.
In May, whether it is the "Neichu" exam or anything, it is gradually approaching. I remember that at first I could take the exam in the morning, change the paper at noon, talk about the paper in the afternoon, and issue the paper at night.
Unfortunately, I am still too young to be defeated by low grades. On the day that four children who took the first exam left school, I even lost my mind for class. The monitor said, "Mr. Jiang is partial."
Yes, my heart has long been biased towards the children who bring me a sense of achievement. And what can I do if I have no ability or courage to learn more? I am just an ordinary person, but I used to stand on a platform and say that I would be an educational artist, but now I have become an ordinary person who muddles through life. In fact, in the final analysis, I am just a mortal.
One of the four children has passed the admission line and is still waiting for admission information after political review and physical examination. Even if it is safe, we will never know the end until the last moment.
It seems that I didn't do it at that time. Maybe my students can?
I don't know.
On June 26, the final exam. The half day invigilation made my legs numb. I asked Mr. Wang Peng, the male god of the university, how he survived the invigilation. His return was very simple. First, he didn't play with his mobile phone strictly during the inspection tour. Second, the inspection tour was too strict.
What do I think about in the second grade of primary school? Would it be like writing one or two?
Write what? I don't know what to write anymore.
In the afternoon, revise the paper. As far as I am concerned, this class has finally achieved 90% in Chinese like other schools. Of course, there are still so many disappointments, and there are still ten points not to learn.
Secretary Liu bought some fruit to reward his teacher. On the way to walk, I hesitated slowly, thinking how to continue after the children graduated? In fact, life is always elusive, even elusive. After all, I am already at the end of my tether since June when I haven't paid my salary yet, but I can start a new day by looking forward to paying my salary tomorrow. In this way, day after day, I slowly get through it. I don't know whether people become dregs or dregs become people in the end.
I want to write novels and stories, and I also want to make short videos. But unconsciously, every day either spent the day with Mincraft, or spent their emptiness in small fragmented videos. I can never think about what I need, nor can I force myself to do what I need to do.
It doesn't matter. Tomorrow, when the early sun rises, it will be a new sun and a new day. But I don't know what to do and what to continue.
Hello, I'm Jiang Chen. I'm still here. In the following days, there will be political learning for students (teachers organize students to learn), political learning for teachers (secretaries and principals organize teachers to learn), continuing education, intensive training in Mandarin, poverty alleviation, household work, and national unity. The efficient class is about to be implemented. I don't know how to prepare for the class and whether there will be new ways to play. The future life is always full, full to remind me of me and @Roughly I don't know whether our bet will count.
