First of all, let me say a little thing that surprises me. I just happened to find some strangers among my visitors, so I habitually clicked in to have a look. No way, obsessive-compulsive disorder! I always feel that maybe that strange blog is the blog of my familiar friend. This time it really happened. Oh, my God, it's Liu Erzheng! What surprised me even more was the time of seeing a doctor: May 28th! What concept? ! The concept is that I didn't know her at that time, and later I learned that we entered Huangpu District together. In other words, we may have met in May, but we don't know each other at all. We are complete strangers! The world is too small because my blog is not popular. My blog is basically visited by several familiar bloggers and some advertisers. It's strange, it's amazing! I really want to know whether Liu Xue's blog is intentional or random. Hehe, forgive my curiosity and paranoia.
Let's talk about Monday's class meeting and mid-term exam parent-teacher meeting.
Monday is a bad day for me. I have two math classes on Monday morning, and then Class 5 is my class all afternoon. God, I'm dying! The fifth section is biology class, which the biology teacher just gave me back from training. I originally planned to do my homework in the fifth phase and hold a class meeting in the sixth phase. But a flying bottle upset all my plans. In the afternoon, the bell rang and I walked to Class 5 classroom as usual. As a result, when I approached the back door, a bottle flew out of the classroom and there were two rushing mineral water bottles on the ground. After waiting for a few seconds, no one came out to pick them up. This scene made me endure for a long time, and the volcano erupted instantly! Originally, a lot of troubles in the class recently gave me a headache, and this scene ignited my anger! After the child came in, the classmates seemed to realize a little smell, and they were all talking about who threw it, trying to prove that it had nothing to do with me. I asked softly who threw it, but no one raised his hand. Suddenly a sentence about who threw it broke out, and finally someone raised their hand. The next time, with flames, I suppressed my temper and started a serious chat with this group of teasing people. They may wonder why the teacher doesn't curse and why he doesn't embarrass us. I tell you, I have no strength, and I am extremely disappointed. How can I swear?
I spoke a lot of truth, a lot of my heart, a lot of my thoughts and a whole class. I showed you a video of my internship, which was a military training video I rushed out overnight the day before, and I said a lot of touching and sensational words. Actually, I didn't mean to. I just want to talk to this group of teasing people. I feel that my efforts are inversely proportional to my gains. I was touched by myself several times, but I still tried to hide it. A female classmate cried and the male classmate was quiet. Two classes, I talked about two classes on the podium alone, and they were unprepared topics, which were completely improvised. My head rotated with the height for two classes, and I felt so heavy and lost that the whole person felt very tired. I don't think my happiness education can be implemented on these children for the time being. Too cold, too ruthless, too lazy!
Even if I am sad and frustrated again, I still want to give this group some happiness. I have always believed that love can affect everything, but love is not connivance, of course I understand this. I don't want them to become learning machines and become numb and inflexible at such a young age. What I want is their fresh, creative and fresh souls. I want them to feel happy and happy after boring study. I want them to fall in love with learning, learn in happiness, reap in learning, and be happy in harvest. This is my educational philosophy, and I want my students to feel the joy and happiness of learning. After two and a half months of internship, I did it. My students can study math hard for me, change from hating math to loving math, and feel happy in my class. I've been working for three months and I'm still working hard. I'm trying to create happiness, but I forget that some people may not need happiness in the first place. I may be too idealistic. I forget that junior high school students' psychological and emotional development is not mature in all aspects, so they will create so many chills for themselves. But I still admire myself. I still insist on happy education.
The predecessors said: benevolent government is not feasible, and you must not be soft-hearted! Every class got a moral education score, except for five classes; I have seen the ferocity, ferocity and courage of my predecessors and sincerely admire them, but I really can't do it. Let me stick to it and experiment for a semester. If junior high school students really don't work, then I also stipulate in various clear terms that they are not allowed to move. It's just that I like the open and democratic management style of my head teacher in high school and hate the autocratic and fierce management style of my head teacher in junior high school. I hope my students can worship me as much as my high school class teacher who worships me after graduating from junior high school. I'm so vain!
On Tuesday, I asked them to tell me how they felt about the class meeting. This time, my request is: there is no limit to the number of words, except for stylistic poems. The title is self-created, not literary, but sincere. The last sentence of the class meeting: how many feelings can be made tomorrow, how much hope there is for this class. I am very pleased that I received almost 30 feelings the next day. It seems that this course is still available. Many children in my class still touched me, and they didn't live up to my anger.
Parent-teacher conference I don't want to hold any more parent-teacher conferences in my life, especially after holding two class meetings in a row. The parent-teacher conference will last until six o'clock. I really think I'm going to die! My parents pestered me with questions about their children. My parents kept asking and I kept answering. After all, I collapsed in my office chair, and I didn't even have the strength to speak. After sitting for half an hour, I came back and took a bath. I fell asleep in bed without preparing lessons. God, this is the most tiring day since I started school. I didn't take a sip of water all afternoon, but I talked all afternoon. My eyes hurt badly and I have a terrible headache. I really feel that the whole person is going to be abolished.
Experience of parents' meeting: First, bring a bottle of water before going. Secondly, think about one or two advantages of each student before the meeting. Otherwise, parents will answer all questions with shortcomings and then put forward various requirements for parents. It's rare for parents to listen to you so quietly and seriously. Finally, don't stay up the night before the parents' meeting!
My gums are swollen and painful these days. I just cut something and cut my hand at night. I will ask for leave to go to the hospital to get medicine tomorrow. When this man talks about taking medicine, going to the hospital and getting sick, he will be particularly vulnerable, and so will I, especially when he goes to the hospital alone, takes hundreds of dollars of medicine and needs injections.
When a person is outside, he must learn to endure loneliness and pretend to be strong.
For more than 20 years, I have been facing things I don't want to face. I leave my sadness here and bring happiness to my life.
Continue to be strong, continue to persist, and continue to refuel!
Try your best to live up to the dean's praise of "only one in 500 years"!