Chapter 2 Misfortune is not a single line
When I woke up early the next day, I stood in front of the window and looked at the rising sun, full of hope. Suddenly, someone stabbed him in the waist, and when he looked back, he saw that it was his son. "Why did you wake up on your own today?" I asked.
"Dad, what's going on?" asked the son in a low and pitiful voice.
This question stunned me, and I didn't turn a corner for a while. I asked, "What's going on?"
"It's about sending me to class. β
"How do you know that you're not asleep?"
"I'm pretending to be asleep. β
I chuckled in my heart. Thinking about the child's own concerns, he doesn't even need to be taken care of when he gets up and dresses. It seems that the child's affairs must become his own business, which is the best policy in education. "You want to know?" I asked.
"I really want to. β
"ThatβI'll tell you. "I'm pretending to be mysterious.
Looking at my son's breathless and contemplation, I loved him even more.
"Your mom agreed. I said.
"Do you agree with what, do you want to go, or don't you go?" asked the son eagerly.
His anxious look made me feel very uncomfortable.
"Yes, no. I said.
"Hooray, hooray, long live Mommy!" the son shouted and turned back to his mother. Looking at the back of him and his wife playing in bed, I felt a happiness that I had never felt before, flowing like electricity to my whole body, and I also saw how important freedom is to life. The younger the life, the more so.
When you are in a good mood, everything is pleasing to the eye. As soon as I entered the campus today, the usually crooked weeping willows became graceful in my eyes, and the usually honest pine trees were dressed up as verdant beautiful girls by trumpet flowers. The vibrant scenery was so soothing and expansive that I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths of fresh air. At this time, his wife's mobile phone rang, "Teacher Liu, please." Your son has made a meritorious service again. She said unhappily after she finished the call.
The Secondary and Primary Schools are only separated by a wall, and it is only a three-to-five minute walk. I pondered for a moment, and I hurried away as soon as I was separated from my son.
Ms. Liu, her son's homeroom teacher, is in her 40s, and she is known for being strict with her students and doing well in exams. Truth be told, she is a seasoned teacher. She was wearing a white blouse with flowers, cream-yellow pants, and her jet-black hair, neither long nor short, combed softly to the back, caring for her neck, and Teacher Liu did not wear any decorations, but gave people a sense of being dressed appropriately. She is of medium height and speaks with a particular sense of reason. Because he always follows behind, he seems to be an unreasonable person who doesn't speak. Although Mr. Liu's words are conservative, they are quite contagious. This way of talking and answering questions can be said to be a classic voice cultivated in the classroom of test-oriented education.
Mr. Liu is an energetic person. Teacher Liu and I have met in person, but this is the first time we have sat down face-to-face and talked. At the beginning, she quickly moved a chair for me, "Teacher Wang, your Wang Xile has too many problems, doing antics in class, instigating classmates, and daring to speak in the class while the teacher is not there, affecting the learning of other students." When I first went to school, I saw that he was very clever and named him as the class leader, but he couldn't control himself at all, and he couldn't play an exemplary role, so I removed his class leader last month; I asked him to be a sports committee member, and he not only couldn't lead the team, but he also ran around. Your Wang Xile is very fond of fighting, no matter why, as long as there is chaos in the classroom, there is always him. Two days ago, I removed his sports commissioner. Calling you here today is not the main thing, in addition to poor test results, Wang Xile often does not complete his homework. Today's homework is not finished. β
Mr. Liu's words were like a string of cannonballs, which made me feel that my son's problem was more serious than I thought. She showed me her homework. It turned out that the son wrote the simple ones in his homework, and left the difficult ones to the teacher.
"This kid does this often with his homework and doesn't make mistakes unless the teacher is watching. Even if it doesn't work, if you can write less, you can write less, I don't know how many times I've said him, and it doesn't work at all. This kid really doesn't eat hard and soft, and he has to find a solution. β
"The child's problem is really serious. I said anxiously.
"Not really. If you don't have good habits since you were a child, you won't have a good future when you grow up. If you don't have a good first grade, you won't have a good second grade. All things can only be successful if we grasp the foundation. Teacher Liu was talking when a student came in to deliver the notebook, and she said, "Go, call Wang Xile." She continued, "I have been teaching for almost 30 years, and this is the first time I have encountered this kind of child. I've used all the means of your family's Wang Xile, but it didn't work. As Mr. Liu was talking, a familiar "report" voice came in.
As soon as my son entered the office, he immediately found me, and his expression immediately became frightened, he looked at Mr. Liu with one eye, and kept sweeping towards me with the other eye.
"Wang Xile, why didn't you write your Chinese homework yesterday?" asked Teacher Liu.
"It's written!"
"Teacher Wang, your Wang Xile is always like this, and he doesn't admit it. Teacher Liu said helplessly, "Wang Xile, you have to have a homework book with your father, you tell your father how you wrote, don't let the teacher wronged you." β
The son stood on Mr. Liu's side and did not move. Teacher Liu got up and pushed him to my side. When my son's gaze met mine, I saw that his eyes were full of helplessness and fear, as if a catastrophe was coming.
"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong!" the son said as if he was not angry enough.
Wang Xile admits his mistakes very positively, but he doesn't change them. Teacher Liu said strongly.
Listening to Mr. Liu's words and looking at my son's homework, my brain "boomed", the fire rushed up, I really wanted to teach my son a lesson, but seeing that he had cried into tears, the scene of happily throwing himself into his mother's arms in the morning suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, as if the world had achieved a reincarnation in an hour. I instinctively grabbed my son's hand and said, "Joy, it's a deception that you didn't finish your homework and handed it to the teacher, and you deceived not only the teacher, but also your mom and dad and yourself. β
The son cried even more sadly. "Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I must change. He muttered. Then, I wiped away his tears with my clothes and said solemnly, "Joy, you are regressing from the original. β
"Dad, I will definitely change. β
At this time, the morning exercise bell rang, and Mr. Liu asked his son to run the morning exercise. In order to put an end to this situation, in the future, I will ask parents to sign their children's homework in order to check the learning situation, and I hope that parents will cooperate. Teacher Liu said to me in a commanding tone.
"That's for sure, that's for sure. I hurriedly said.
The class bell rang and we ended the conversation. I am soberly aware that my son's school life has lost its head, and in the face of grades, my son has no advantage at all. In everything he will do, he will live in the shadow of others. The most realistic thing now is to think of how to get psychological support for my son and fight for space for self-change, not to participate in the score competition and abide by the code of conduct. Because he was still so young, he didn't have that kind of adult thinking consciousness so quickly.
When I went back to middle school, my wife asked me what was going on, and I explained the situation 1510. She said angrily: "That is, you have a good temper." If I had had, I would have brought him back a long time ago. β
"You can't be like that, he's still a kid. I said.