I want to tell the story of my father, who used to be a substitute teacher in the countryside.
My father was born in the suburbs of Beijing. From elementary school to junior high school, they are leaders, and they are "children of other people's families." In junior high school, he lost two points because of the physical education exam. He didn't go to the best school in Chengqu, only to a second-rate high school. Faced with the choice of arts and sciences, he hesitated. Almost everyone holds the idea of "learning mathematics and physics well and traveling all over the world". At grandpa's request, my father gave up the liberal arts he was good at and studied science instead.
High school life is painful for my father. The poor food in M High School is notorious, and even Beijing Youth Daily has disclosed it several times. Rice is aged every day, and there is no oil in the dish except fat. So many years later, my father felt sick at the sight of rice. Bringing a can of fried pickles from home is to improve the food. Roommates bring a can of stinky tofu, which can smell good for three days!
The conditions were hard and the study was boring, and my father's grades plummeted. Three years later, my father didn't go to college. He went to teach in a junior high school in the countryside.
The father who stepped onto the platform was very happy. He wears glasses and rides a bicycle, leaving beautiful chalk lines on the blackboard, leading students to wander through one text after another. He is very happy! Although he is only a temporary worker.
At that time, my father had only a few tens of dollars a month, which was lower than that of my mother who worked as a salesgirl in a supply and marketing cooperative, and the number of regular teachers was twice that of him. In order to become a full member, he began to teach himself junior college courses, and he wanted to teach and educate people in this position forever, just like other teachers. Unfortunately, however, my father knew nothing about computer courses. He took the exam twice and failed. The college entrance examination was put on hold.
However, the low salary does not affect the father's enthusiasm for teaching. When I was a child, I often saw my father correcting students' homework under a dim desk lamp. He lit a cigarette and frowned slightly. The pen in his hand drew a red circle or line on the book.
He hates being disturbed when preparing lessons. Once, I took out the little Woodenhead my grandmother bought and ran to my father to ask him to play with me: "Dad, play with me."
"Dad is preparing lessons. You can play by yourself. " He didn't look at me.
"I want to play with you." I bumped into courage and took his arm.
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Father ignored me and went on working. I only saw his wrinkled brow, felt a strange atmosphere, and dared not speak again. My father is strict with me, but he is patient and cares about his students. I later peeked at the stacks of holiday cards that the students gave him.
Some wrote: "Mr. Shen, if you hadn't patiently educated me and worked for my parents, I might have dropped out of school long ago ..."
Some wrote: "Mr. Shen, your careful guidance gave me motivation to learn, and now I am a teacher ..."
I talk a lot, but I can feel that my father was a very popular teacher when I was young.
When I was a child, my big brother and sister often came to visit my father at home. Once, a brother brought a snack package. Father is very happy to see the students who have graduated for many years. I am very satisfied with the bulging gift package! Father said seriously: "Don't take anything in the future!" " "
Brother smiled and said, "It's for children." I quickly hugged him and ran away. I thought, "It's good to be a teacher!"
Later, my father was awarded the title of "Excellent Teacher in Beijing". He took a group photo next to a big pine tree in the school with a red certificate. He didn't laugh, but his eyes were unusually firm.
When I was young, I was proud of my father. When people asked about my father's work, I proudly looked up and told him, "My father is a teacher!" " "I thought my father would always be a proud teacher in my heart, I think. ......
/kloc-In the summer of 0/8, when my father was teaching, cicadas were still noisy, but the cherry trees in the yard were fruitless that year, and my father suddenly decided to resign.
One day, many decent people came to my family, and that was the leader of my father's school.
"Shen, you can't be so capricious!"
"I'm not willful. As a substitute teacher, I have been treated unfairly enough. This time, the school sent a young female teacher to make up lessons in the summer vacation, and did not let me go or give me a reason. "
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Those people smoked for a long time and then left.
I didn't understand it at that time, but later I heard my father talk about the reason for his resignation many times: the Education Bureau played with the substitute teacher and said that he would become a formal substitute teacher, but it didn't materialize. They went to petition several times, but they were prevaricated and there was no hope of becoming a full member. The school is unfair to substitute teachers, and the school leadership style is not correct. ......
My father didn't get any compensation for his voluntary resignation.
Father didn't get a penny pension, although he devoted most of his life to the basic education in rural areas of China!
After returning home, my father opened a small shop. In order to make a living, the weak scholar's father had to put down his pen and carry a beer box. Off the platform, into the vegetable market, non-staple food department stores. He put the book in the bookcase and spread out the ledger. Barak made an abacus.
Get up early once in a while and go to town to buy goods with my father.
"Alas, glasses, some cucumber? Fresh! " A fat woman with a pumpkin head and a dirty apron greets her father.
"If you call me that again, I won't buy it!" In this market, my father also learned to joke with such women and learned the language and lifestyle of the market. I don't like it, but I feel a little sad.
My father even jingled all the dishes he wanted to eat every day. He said, "Cucumber, potato and tomato, eggplant, beans and pepper."
After my father finished eating, he had to deal with the women in the village at the counter.
"Boss, this bean is cheaper!"
"Boss, send eggs?
"Boss, this wormwood stalk is not fresh!"
The father responded one by one and swallowed helplessness. From the podium to the counter, my father's pocket gradually bulged, but the smile on his face became less and less. Father said that he often dreamed of giving lectures on the platform in his dreams, and his mouth watered!
I know, he doesn't want to be this small boss, he doesn't want to be among small vendors every day, he misses his class and his students. I know, after being a teacher for 18 years, he hasn't done enough!
Finally, the store was depressed, and my father could finally get rid of it. He closed the shop, but he lost his job, an elderly unemployed person.
But my mother's menopausal problem was committed and she began to nag my father who was idle at home.
"Have you ever seen other men who stay at home like you? I don't go out to look for a job. "
"It's good to go out and see the gate. I earn more than 2,000 a month! "
"Take the initiative to find it yourself, and staying at home is not a problem!"
Mom's nagging can make people's ears cocoon, but dad doesn't want to go out to work, and I don't want him to go. I understand my father's lofty and painful feelings.
I asked my father, "Do you regret resigning as a teacher?"
He said: "Everyone has his own life! If he hadn't resigned at that time, he would have been dismissed by the school sooner or later. Moreover, I earn much more money in business than I do as a teacher, and I have trained you! I am also satisfied! " I know he doesn't love money, he loves students and education, but the reality deprives him of his dignity as a teacher!
Later, with my encouragement, my father began to teach calligraphy in training institutions, from one to two or three. He doesn't have much money, but he is happy because he is Mr. Shen again.
I know there are many substitute teachers in China. Many of them, relying on their meager wages and short lives, have propped up a bright sky for their children, but they are not recognized by society.
Today is Teachers' Day. Is the substitute teacher happy?
I hope more and more people pay attention to substitute teachers, and hope that the state will introduce measures to solve the problem of salary security and social status of substitute teachers!
Happy Teacher's Day, substitute teacher!
Happy Teachers' Day, Dad!