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A previous post was made, and someone commented that the school at that time could be considered legitimate; I think it could indeed be regarded as such. A common saying back then was “Suffer in high school, have fun in college” – once you got to college, no one paid attention to you. As for the general courses, it wasn’t very difficult to pass them; there was no mandatory attendance, and there were only a few classes per day, so people didn’t take those classes very seriously either. ---------------------------- I remember that not long after a specialized course started, the students behaved as usual: the teacher was lecturing while some students chatted, dozed off, or read novels. But still, everyone was present. -------------------------------- The teacher was a polite and refined person, but he became angry upon seeing this situation. He put down his chalk and asked seriously, “Do you know why there are two doors in the classroom?” Seeing that the teacher was unhappy, the students stopped acting sneaky, and the whole classroom fell silent. When the teacher saw that no one spoke, he said calmly but firmly, “Since you all don’t know, let me tell you. The classroom is a place provided by the school for us to study. Those who want to study should enter through the front door, while those who don’t want to study should leave through the back door.” After hearing this, all the students lowered their heads; some were ashamed and blushed, while others simply started writing silently. The whole classroom became quiet again ----------------------------
Is this prose or poetry? It’s quite innovative though. Like it. . . . .
It’s neither prose nor poetry; it’s a memory that is still preserved
The most unforgettable person from my time is my elementary school teacher; I still think of him from time to time, and I wonder how he is doing now
Hehe, even a loud drum needs a heavy hammer:lol:lol
Our advanced math teacher from Henan at that time (not to criticize people from Henan: handshake) spoke in his local dialect, which we simply couldn’t understand. delta X is pronounced as “dào tā AI ke sei”. Then other teachers came to observe the class and asked me if I could understand it I said, Understand what? I performed quite well today as well. The teacher asked, so what are you going to do? I said, just watch it yourself! I asked a few classmates, and they all gave similar answers. As a result, in the next class, the teacher lost his temper: “Who’s sitting in that corner?” Say I can’t understand the lectures I give? ”Then a bunch of insults in the local dialect. In the end, the teacher continued teaching, and the school had no intention of replacing him; at least he will still be teaching us in the next term.
Haha, I encountered a spy~~~~~~~~~~
Many teachers don’t care, and some teachers simply can’t deal with it
I can’t remember how I managed to get through advanced mathematics back then; at least everyone in the class knew it was a difficult course, so they all behaved very well
After a few minutes, the browser is finally working properly.
In the past, there weren’t so many students, and education wasn’t considered an industry