It has been almost a month since the start of the new semester.

Lately, I don't feel like I'm in the right place. This month, my results have been significantly worse than before. I began to wonder if I had made the wrong choice between the arts and sciences.

As I said before, when I first chose liberal arts, I really didn't think much about it. Just because I didn't choose a subject before, and I had more majors to choose from after choosing science, I made a decision in a hurry.

However, since junior high school, my favorite and best subjects have been politics, history, and geography, not mathematics, physics and chemistry. Looking at it this way, I still have an advantage in choosing liberal arts.

Actually, I didn't think about this when I first divided the subjects, but at that time, the gap between my liberal arts and sciences didn't seem to be reflected, and I didn't pay much attention to it. Now that I'm in a science class, my grades are obviously not as good as before, and I'm starting to worry and regret it.

After some discussion with my parents, that evening, I decided to transfer to the liberal arts class not long after the liberal arts and science sub-department.

Now that you've decided, let's take action. The next morning, during recess, I went to the grade group office on the second floor of the teaching building and walked to the desk of Director Tang, who was sitting at the desk.

As usual, bow first, and at the same time say "Hello teacher". Then, get straight to the point: "Teacher, I have something ...... about"

"What's the matter?" He turned around abruptly and interrupted me, his tone a little rushed.

"Uh-" I didn't react for a moment.

At this time, he suddenly spoke again: "You want to transfer to the liberal arts class, right?" Your dad just called me. Do you want to transfer to a liberal arts class? Unexpectedly, the speed of speech was fast, and, moreover, a tone of reproach.

"Yes......" I couldn't help but feel a little nervous in the face of this posture that was about to start teaching people, but I still tried to calm down.

"Come here, sit down, let's talk about this—sit down!"

I sat down cautiously and cried out in my heart. This is not the rhythm of "good" talk at all, although I had thought that Director Tang would not simply agree before I came, but I didn't expect him to be so angry - where is the appearance of Director Tang, who was gentle and kind and always smiling, before! Today, I'm afraid that there will be more than one bad luck.

"You say, why do you want to change to liberal arts?" He questioned me.

"Because I hadn't thought it through before...... Now I find that I'm better suited to the liberal arts......" I replied in a low voice, recounting some of my reasons for making such a judgment.

Director Tang didn't speak, just kept staring at me and listened with a serious face. I couldn't help but be stared at and felt a little hairy.

At this time, the class bell rang, and this was an English class. Director Tang teaches mathematics. Looks like he's missing the next class, but I have to go back to class.

I was thinking about finding another time to talk next time, but Director Tang didn't seem to have the slightest intention of letting me go. His lips were pursed, and his eyes were staring straight at me, his eyes piercing as if they were looking into my heart.

"How long has it been since you knew that you weren't suitable for science and liberal arts? If your grades are not good for a while, you will want to change majors, and don't make excuses for your lack of effort! ”

He suddenly reprimanded me, and I was too frightened to speak. Originally, I wanted to defend myself a few words, and by the way to see if there was still room for negotiation, but now I just beg not to be scolded too badly.

"Do you want to switch to liberal arts? Want to transfer to Class 6? I tell you, no way! Don't talk about transferring to Class A, you just go to Class C, they won't want you! ”

He let out these words so hard that they broke my thoughts at once.

Actually, I don't know, he said too much. He didn't have the final say on the matter of changing shifts alone. If I insist on transferring, even if I can't get into Class A of Liberal Arts, with my level, I can still get into Class B.

But in this tense situation, I simply can't think about that anymore. Originally, Director Tang's scolding had already made me at a loss, and when I heard him suddenly say "I won't even want you in Class C", my inner defense line was instantly defeated. Regardless of whether what he said was completely true or not, at least he was firmly opposed to me switching to liberal arts, wasn't he?

At the moment, there is only one thought in my mind: "It seems that there is no hope for me to transfer to liberal arts." "In an instant, a wave of disappointment and grievances swept over me and enveloped me. I couldn't hold back for a moment, and a tear slipped down my cheek.

Tears flowed, but I didn't—and won't—cry, not even my expression. I just sat quietly like a sculpture.

It was humiliating for me to cry in public, and I would never allow myself to be so out of shape in public and expose my vulnerability.

So, I just sweated a few tears, didn't wipe them, and just quietly continued to listen to him.

When Director Tang saw me like this, he slowed down, stopped scolding, and began to persuade me.

He first talked about the advantages of studying science, such as the number of arts and sciences majors is three to seven, the scope of work in science is wide, and then the disadvantages of studying arts are compared with it, like what is more competitive, the comprehensive questions are not easy to do, and the examination has too much impact on the grades, and the college entrance examination is easy to make mistakes. Then he gave a number of realistic examples to support his statements, and he talked a lot about it.

Finally, he said, "If those C-level students are the students, who will talk to them so much?" I know that you are excellent so I will tell you this, you are the seed player in our grade, don't think about anything about changing liberal arts in the future, work hard. ”

It's really worthy of being the head of the grade, and it seems that there is really no shortage of educators in normal times. After a big call, highlight the opinions, give examples, lay out the facts, reason, and finally don't forget to calm the emotions of the educated. Although it was obviously deliberately praising science and belittling liberal arts, considering the situation at the time, this imposing "speech" can also be said to be smooth and seamless. Wonderful, wonderful.

Although I admire his ability to educate people, after all, I have just been trained, and things have failed, so it is inevitable that I will still be depressed.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class. Director Tang actually gave me a lecture here. At this time, it was already out of school, and the head teacher let me go. I stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, teacher, I'm sorry to delay you so much." Then he walked out of the office.

Walking out of the office, I stood in the hallway and took a deep breath to calm down.

Today was an unexpected day. Although I don't agree with Director Tang's statement that studying science is better than studying liberal arts, but when people talk about this, I don't want to mention anything about changing majors.

Perhaps, as he said, once you have learned, you can continue the science well, and maybe it will be better if you work hard for a while. I can only comfort myself.

With a nonchalant expression, I turned around and walked towards the classroom of Class 17 on the third floor.