In the last few days of the end of August, I attended the school meetings like all teachers, because they were only private meetings, and there was less time, just to learn about some school rules and get to know each other with colleagues. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI was put in the position of class teacher in the middle of the meeting, and although I am not rejected, this kind of class teacher who is almost distributed by head is really laughable.

The private school is not big, there are about 20 classes in total, and the number of teachers is about this number, except for the positions of the Youth League Committee, the principal, and the director of teaching, it has reached the level that some teachers are needed to be the class teachers of two to three classes.

There is another teacher who came at the same time as me, and this year is probably a lucky year for this school, almost one-fifth more teachers. In addition to me, a Chinese teacher, there is another girl who also teaches Chinese, probably a fresh graduate, and she is a green smiling face when she sees people. In addition to the two of us, there is a female physics teacher and a female teacher who teaches English, plus two male teachers who teach politics and history. Of course, they were also installed as class teachers. After revealing each other's names, majors, and graduation schools, they all looked at me in amazement, naturally surprised that I would choose to be a teacher, if I was just a teacher, my major often has some people staying in school or going to other schools to seek teaching positions, but they will not be reduced to such a school with the number of teachers and the number of classes. It's just that I don't want to disclose it, so they naturally don't want to ask more.

After that I was told what classes I needed to teach - one, two, three, four, four. The number is terrifying, which means that I need to take at least four classes a day, for a total of twenty-eight lessons in a week. Of course, this is not the whole of the job, I am also responsible for the preparation of the four classes, the correction of homework and the supervision of evening self-study, plus the work as a class teacher, which seems to be easy but actually oppresses me breathlessly. At that moment, I did regret coming to this school, but I was quickly suppressed.

On August 31, as a class teacher, I naturally had to be present when the students registered, sitting alone in the class and waiting for the finance office to come and teach the class fee and familiarize the students with the classroom.

In the time of waiting, I looked at the classroom boringly, and the white painted walls were the traces left by the previous students' black pens, but it is worth mentioning that some of the works turned out to be good, not useless graffiti but some comic characters. The banners on the walls on both sides of the classroom are sentences from Xunzi's self-cultivation chapter: Although the Tao is not good, it will not be done; It's a small thing, but it's not impossible. Next to the podium was a bookcase full of composition materials and novels. I was pleasantly surprised that there were a few of those novels that I read when I was a teenager and are now out of print.

I took a novel and sat back down, turned on the computer and turned on the music, and read it with relish.

Time has always passed very fast, and there is little time for reactions, and after only half a book, my first student came to the class and watched me from the window, trying to determine what kind of person I was.

She is not tall, wearing a black T-shirt, denim shorts, revealing a large area of fair skin, short hair, and a beautiful little face hidden in the shadow created by the peaked cap, standing outside the classroom door in a generous manner, and saying in her crisp voice: "Hello teacher"

My first student, Wen Yi, was a beautiful little girl, a tomboy.

"Hello, you're the first student to come, what's your name?" I asked.

"Wen Yi, what do you call the teacher?" She said.

"My surname is Chen, your future Chinese teacher." I looked at her smile and thought that this was a happy angel from God, and of course, I was overjoyed at the time.

"Teacher Chen, please give me more advice in the future." She bowed. No perfume smell and no smoke smell, I think. Then I smiled and replied, "Please advise." "Like Japanese comics, we are all a generation that has been influenced by Japanese culture.

Her parents weren't accompanied, and she only came early in the hope of having enough fun for the next ten hours, so I naturally wouldn't keep her, so I was the only one left in the classroom a few minutes later.

After she came, there were more and more people, including boys with long hair and shawls, girls with hangovers, quarrels with their parents, cowering, hooligans、...... Varied, similar to every ordinary class.

It's not all in the morning, there are always some children who choose to come back in the afternoon in order to sleep a few more hours, and this class is no different. So, after finishing work, I went home for lunch and a nap, and I went back to the classroom again, waiting for me were two students who were waiting for me.

One of them dyed his hair, bright red. Sitting on the table and playing with Erlang's legs crossed. The other leaned against the wall as if he hadn't woken up yet, his eyes glazed over.

"You're a teacher?" The red-headed one asked. The one who didn't wake up barely managed to get up and set his eyes on me.

"Yes, what's your name?" Before I could speak, the red-haired one replied, "King Qian Zun." "That's a big name." I looked at him, a little surprised. He just let out a faint oh.

Since he didn't want to say, I didn't have much reason to keep asking him. Turn your gaze to the student who is still in a trance. "What about you?" I continued to ask.

"Xun Yu. Can I pay the money? He said.

Later, when I looked back, I realized that the first impression was really too scary, and the preconceived images given to me by several students were broken bit by bit in the future relationship, until they graduated, I was still a stranger to them.

The last one who came to the classroom was a shy boy, not handsome, a little embarrassed when he saw me, and his name was not distinctive, he was the most ordinary I had met that day, and the most ordinary in the class later. Even his name is Zhang Lei, who has the most duplicate names in the country.

After the reception of him, the school organized a meeting about tomorrow's lectures and the opening ceremony. After listening to it with little interest, it was already nightfall.

On the night of August 31, drizzling, I officially became a teacher, the head teacher of a class of fifty, after which I would be sorry for the stupidity, playfulness, early love, smoking, drinking, gambling, promiscuity, running away from home, taking drugs, fighting, speeding cars, robberies, suicides, ...... And I didn't think my students were inferior, and I didn't think they had any habits that were not tolerated.