Teacher Daodao moved to the office from our second day of junior high school. At that time, the office was full of female teachers. In addition, only one math teacher is a man, so he is respected and a leaf among flowers. One day, the "Bao Inquirer" in the class sneaked into the office and asked the math teacher in the name of asking questions: "Teacher, now there is finally a male teacher to accompany you. Are you no longer lonely? " The math teacher pinched Jingming point and made a gesture: "Go!"
Mr. Daodao is very thin, and there is a nice word to describe him as "thin". In the first physics class of our life, Mr. Dao Dao didn't ask us to open the textbook and tell the contents of the book in an orderly way, but used some interesting physics experiments to keep our appetite alive. Now that I think of my first physics class, I can't help but sigh: "Alas, Mr. Wise Man!" "
After getting along with each other for a long time, Mr. Daodao wants us to get in touch with some difficult knowledge, which is mainly based on developing ideas and is not mandatory. In addition, it is also helpful for us to solve the last big problem in the physics test paper of the senior high school entrance examination. Therefore, Teacher Dao often arranges some interesting thinking questions, and students who make these questions can go to the office to discuss with him. The top three students who get positive answers have the opportunity to get corresponding points, and those who save enough points have the opportunity to get mysterious small gifts. Although it seems that the so-called mysterious little gift is just two ultra-thin notebooks or gel pens, it felt like opening a blind box at that time. Who knows what new prizes will be available in the next issue? This move has immersed many students in the ocean of physics. Every time after class, the office is like a market, comparable to the peak in Spring Festival travel rush. The scene was once very lively. Some teachers who have just finished class are blocked at the door of the office by enthusiastic students, and their faces are covered with capital letters: "Oh, what's wrong?" Later, I used to say, "The classmates in your class came to the fair again …", and then I went back to the classroom with a blank face.
During that time, even a science scum like me ignited the motivation to learn.
As the least talkative girl in my class, I was usually known late by many teachers, but I was known by the teacher Daodao because of an idea. On one occasion, the difficulty coefficient of thinking questions was relatively large, the students were very silent, and no one in the office went to the market. It happened that I found the trick and solved the problem that time. Although I risk being spit out by Mr. Daodao, I am still willing to check the correctness of my labor results. I explained to Mr. Daodao the way to solve the problem. The more Mr. Daodao listened, the more energetic he became. Finally, he patted his thigh and said, "Good!" Then, with a stroke of a pen, I found a "Zhu Pi" in the process of solving the problem.
Mr. Daodao didn't ask my name, and I don't know when he thought of me. Except for the class representative, other students can hardly name him.
Mr. Dao Dao is a typical double standard. His attitude towards boys is stormy and his attitude towards girls is gentle and drizzling. Once I had two puzzling questions with the boy at the same table, so I decided to ask the teacher and hit it off and said it. To this end, we also assigned a task. He asked a question and I asked a question. We guessed that Ding Ke decided to ask the loser first. 1 minute later, the deskmate stood at the door of the office with a blank face. Before long, the deskmate walked out of the office with an ugly face.
"Really?"
"yes."
"Then why do you look like that?"
"Be scolded bai ..."
"Before-"
"laugh! It's your turn-"
When I walked into the office, Miss Daodao looked at me with a sunny face, but didn't see the storm just now. She explained it to me in a very gentle tone. Soon after, I walked out of the office with my notebook. The deskmate is even more puzzled: "Is this the same person?"
The physics notebook in our class has an ingenious name called "Baby Book". The namer is of course Mr. chatterbox. He said, "Why doesn't a notebook have a nice name? Our classmates treasure their notes and wrong questions like seashore shells, so they should be called' baby books'. "
From then on, Xie has an item on the blackboard of physics homework every day, called "sorting out notes tomorrow and collecting' baby books'."
The math teacher looked at the blackboard and said contemptuously, "A notebook is called a notebook. What kind of name should I take? "
Mr. Daodao seems to like my precious book very much, saying that my notes and typos are carefully arranged and my handwriting seems to be printed. In fact, to tell the truth, everything is just because I am a science scum, so I will sort out a bunch of wrong questions every time.
I once asked Mr Dao Dao a question about the conservation of energy when the ball swings with the rope. Mr. Daodao said, "Come, look-"He took out a red pen. "This painting should be painted like this-"He modified my painting and explained it to me. I really realized. He said: "Although your painting looks better than mine, we should follow the laws of things' movement and always keep a strict attitude when studying physics. "
This reminds me of Mr. Fujino written by Lu Xun. I felt a kind of admiration and gratitude, and studied physics harder from then on. Therefore, although I am a veritable physics scum, the physics item in the final entrance examination didn't hold me back at all.
Many years later, I dug up a note in the pile of books and was still as excited as a treasure hunt: "Hey! My youth' baby book'! "