【College Activities】042+Went to the Wrong Classroom+Fish in the Desert
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This post was last edited by Ruan Zhonghua on 10/09/2015 at 14:33. Schools have many classes but few classrooms, so the teaching schedule is arranged by the school’s administrative department; each class goes to its designated classroom for lessons. That’s why, after the first two classes in the morning, you can see people coming and going in the teaching area – they’re changing classrooms. When a classroom becomes available, it can be used for students to do their own work. Generally, there are fewer available classrooms in the morning, more in the afternoon, and some are available at night as well. Of course, all classrooms are free on weekends. But of course, this is just an assumption. One weekend, I went to a classroom in the afternoon to study. Don’t ask why not in the morning – it’s rare to be able to sleep in in the morning, so don’t laugh at me. I found a very empty classroom in the teaching building and sat down in a seat near the window in the front row. Why near the window? Because the air there is better. I started working on the homework assigned by the teacher. After a while, two or three students came in one after another; it seems like quite a few people like to study on weekends. After they arrived, they started chatting with each other; it seemed like they knew each other, as many of them shared desks. If they didn’t know each other, then they just did their own thing. After a while, the bell for the afternoon classes rang. The school’s bells are automatically controlled. Another person came in; this person stayed by the podium and didn’t move. He seemed to be older. The talking in the classroom stopped, and suddenly everyone was told to stand up. I stood up without thinking, but I realized I must have entered the wrong classroom. It turned out that some classes had changed schedules and were being held on weekends as make-up lessons. The teacher glanced at me, I glanced back at the teacher, and then I sat down again. It didn’t seem right to leave at that moment, so I decided to keep studying. It seemed to be a specialized course for higher grades; I couldn’t understand it. The teacher’s voice was very loud. Then the bell for the end of class rang. I packed up my things quickly and left the classroom. I felt a bit embarrassed
In my first year, each class had its own teacher for evening study sessions, but that was no longer the case in my second year. At night, it’s often necessary to look for classrooms. I remember there was a classmate who was studying Japanese; since she was of Korean descent and had nothing to do, she would come to attend the English classes. The teacher called the names and noticed there was one extra person, so they checked on it. Guess what happened next? The teacher requires that it’s okay to attend the class, but a fee must be paid. Then why come here? Before long, the teacher bought a house and invited everyone to go there for what was called a get-together; this student also went. The teacher started to hope that this student would return to attend classes, but he never showed up again.
It didn’t happen often that I went to the wrong classroom; back then, we would arrange to change classrooms with our classmates. It’s generally not wrong. I often fall asleep during large lectures, but sometimes there aren’t that many large lectures. Changing classrooms is common; there isn’t a single teaching building that I haven’t been to.
The activity post has reached 42; I’ve already edited it for you. Lao Yu, you really know how to stay calm. If it were me, I would have realized something was wrong right away and left immediately.
Do we need to contribute money for this greenhouse? ? ?
At this time, no one understands yet; if one were to leave now, it would cause everyone to laugh uproariously – how embarrassing!
I can’t remember. Back then, over twenty people from our class went; we bought drinks, dumpling wrappers, fillings, and sunflower seeds. I’ve forgotten whether it was paid for with class funds or not. A group of people are making dumplings there.
Well, it can still be considered a good teacher-student relationship; it’s not just going through the motions
The teacher hadn’t graduated for very long either; we were only a few years apart in age, so it was possible to get along well. Living in a school dormitory and having bought one’s own house – that must be wonderful!
That’s possible, after all, class times in university classrooms aren’t fixed – the location changes several times a day;P
It’s stable; I like sitting in the last row. Suddenly, during class, I remain calm regardless of what happens, and they even pay attention to me. :victory: