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How about Nankai Experimental Primary School?
I also answered the previous question.

You have asked this question twice.

It depends on your class.

That school is honest.

Not good at all.

You can go if you want your children to know the dark side of society early.

Especially classes with children or classes that enter that school through relationships.

A good child is not as good as a good child.

As long as you have connections

In the class, he is the overlord.

Do it to whoever you want.

Some parents are senior teachers.

Just talk to the students in private.

Protect your children.

Can't be with her children.

He also cooperated with the class teacher to retaliate against other students who looked unhappy.

Some children are in a hurry when they enter school.

Six years later, I was afraid to come out.

Look before you leap.

In fact, this is to make them weak.

Teachers are all rocking series.

Where the wind goes out, she falls.

Very powerful

Advise you not to go

I graduated from that school.

Most of that school went to Nankai Experimental Middle School.

(cauldron end school)

There is an article.

This was written by former students in that school.

You can have a look.

Six years of experience has made me understand a lot.

A perfect childhood is what I have always wanted and pursued. However, that is the happiness that others can easily get, but I can never reach it.

I hope I am perfect in other people's minds, and I try to be perfect, but no one is perfect and gold is not enough. I am a man, not a god. I will make mistakes and have shortcomings. Why don't you even give me a chance to correct it? ...

My childhood was ruined by my teacher. I have the courage to send it today because I can't stand it anymore. I need to vent. I don't want to tell my parents because I don't want them to worry, and I don't want them to be angry with the devil teacher who looks like an angel. ...

When I was in the third grade, I knew I had done something wrong. Maybe I'm too self-centered. I thought a bad person didn't want her classmates to be with her. Teachers compare it to cliques, but I really mean well, because some students are really disgusting. I really didn't want to say anything, but the teacher didn't say anything at last, but it was different for me. ...

In the fourth grade, we changed the head teacher. Once, Zhang (1), the child of a teacher in our school, refused to take his real name, so he used his surname and number instead. I have never had a good relationship with her. I asked her to give me back what I gave her that day, because I was really useful, so she told her mother. Her mother talked to me privately because she was a teacher in our school and said why I didn't want to talk to our children. Let our English teacher Zhang know about it and freeze it for me. Obviously, Zhang (1) made the mistake first. Why do you blame me? Who am I looking for?

This teacher Zhang was very bad to me at first, always talking about me. He was in a small class outside, and there were classmates in our class, so he told them, "Don't play with * * (myself) in the future. Although I put it online, I still don't want others to know who I am. She is not well. I know she hates me, and I can't understand her. "

In the fifth grade, my English teacher didn't change. I changed my Chinese and math teachers. At first, my Chinese teacher was very kind to me. Because I was the top student in my class and the class committee at that time, my teacher trusted me very much, but there were also some discordant notes. Zhang (1) was not convinced at all, and always wanted to get revenge.

Once I was wearing a skirt, Zhang (2) said that I was wearing a skirt to seduce the boys in my class, and Zhang (1) also hated me. My mother wouldn't let her wear skirts and cut all her skirts, so he hated me wearing skirts even more. ...

This time, he still wanted to move her mother out, and I didn't do anything wrong, but I still didn't want to make a mountain out of a molehill. I made up with Zhang (1) because an English teacher was eyeing me.

But the teacher is getting better and better to me, and she is getting more and more angry. After all, she moved reinforcements and sent her mother to our head teacher Xu (1), saying that it was not good for me, and some of them forgot to wear gloves. I was supposed to hand in my math homework, but I just heard it. After that, Xu (1) became better and better to Zhang (1), and I became more and more unhappy. And I later found out that Xu (1) always wanted to be the head teacher of grade six, so I called Zhang (1)' s mother because her mother was a math teacher of grade six.

Then in the sixth grade, they all changed teachers. I thought I could start over and leave a good impression on the teacher. But Zhang, the former English teacher, made waves again. I didn't want to be the class committee of the sixth grade at first, but I ran for office. I was unanimously approved and became the monitor. This made my former English teacher Zhang very angry. I told our new head teacher, Zhang, that I was the protagonist in my class before, and this time it was because. Why did he say I was canvassing? Who can prove that I am canvassing? That was just a one-sided story, and the teacher believed me. I can only say that she is blind. . . . . .

There is also a new English teacher in grade six, Miss Zhang, who is also ambivalent. She talked in a roundabout way and was in pain. I can only say that because I am not the only one who has a problem with him, but the whole class, except that (1), because her mother is a colleague of these teachers. When allowed to be with her, she is always right and never wrong. There is nothing wrong with her hitting people.

When I graduated from junior high school, when I walked out of that school gate, I felt unprecedented happiness. I left this school full of intrigue, which made me understand the society in advance and the dark side of society. If I manage everything in advance, it may be good for my future, but my childhood and my memory have been destroyed by them. In my memory, it's all these terrible things. ...

I just hate this school, this class and everything. I'll never forget how much injustice I suffered. I will never forget that one day, I will take revenge and let you know that I am not easy to mess with. . .

It's up to you. ....