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The teachers who beat me when I was young.
Primary school to high school graduation, one *** 12 years. 12 years, I was beaten by my teacher, especially in junior high school. Actually, I'm not the only one who was beaten by the teacher. Everyone was beaten by the teacher at that time. At that time, it was also publicized that teachers could not physically punish students, but in remote places in northwest China, we all played casually. Kick, hammer, pinch, stick, chalk, blackboard eraser, textbook, take turns to go into battle.

At that time, we really lived in dire straits and lived a life of fear and happiness.

Primary school Chinese teacher, the school is notoriously fierce, can't recite the text, and the book falls directly on his face. Now that I think about it, my face hurts. So I learned Chinese well at that time. Compared with junior high school and senior high school, primary school is safe.

In junior high school, the head teacher was a physical education teacher, a teacher who threatened students and punished both men and women. Adhering to the idea of being a good student under the community, I played until I graduated from junior high school. In the past three years, it can be said that many students live in fear every day, especially those who love to skip classes, fall in love, don't hand in their homework, and like to confront their teachers.

I remember that two female students in the class were particularly rebellious. Once, the two of them skipped classes and wandered outside, just caught by the class teacher who was coming to work, and of course there were two boys from other schools. When they came into the classroom in the evening self-study, the head teacher was moping on the platform.

The head teacher asked, "Where did you two go?"

"the toilet."

"Did you two go to class this afternoon?"

"yes." Say that finish, they went straight to their position, thinking they were just asking.

Only heard the teacher in charge shouted "stop! I haven't finished yet. Why are you two going? " Then, one person and one foot.

These two feet are obviously kicked without any worries, because I clearly saw the teacher kicking their stomachs and the two female students covering their stomachs. The desks of the students sitting in the aisle are all crooked, and it is estimated that at least four innocent people have been hurt. The whole class was blindsided, and it was so quiet that you could hear the echo when you dropped a needle. I know the head teacher is cruel, but I didn't expect it to be so cruel. In the past, everyone just saw the head teacher beat the boys hard and broke a pipe with thick wrists into several pieces. I didn't expect him to beat the girls so mercilessly. I don't remember what the class teacher said later, except that the pipe as thick as his new wrist was broken into several pieces. At that time, everyone was afraid of our head teacher, and no one dared to stand up and speak. The two girls cried so badly that they didn't see themselves limping until they left the school gate. It should be that their buttocks are very painful, because the thick pipe on the wrist of the class teacher is used to spank and calf. Hit the calf when the ass can't help but hurt, and spank when the calf can't help but hurt. After that, the two girls obviously showed a lot.

I also experienced a pipe as thick as the head teacher's wrist once. So far, I feel that it was the most embarrassing time in my junior high school, so that I never mentioned it to anyone except more than 50 witnesses in my class at that time. Although our head teacher is a PE teacher, he insists on checking whether our homework has been handed in, not only whether it has been handed in, but also whether you have finished it. He thinks that you have made a mistake in simple questions, so what we are afraid of every day is not the teachers of all subjects, but him. What's more, a paper stipulates that you can't leave a few questions blank, and if you can't, you have to edit it.

Once, I handed in my math homework, and the math class representative was a very businesslike person. That morning, the head teacher asked the math class representative to collect his homework and check whether everyone had finished it. Finally, everyone found that there was a question that everyone didn't write. Yes, only the math class representative wrote it. Everyone said that the teacher didn't ask me to write that question, but he insisted that it was written by the teacher. Of course, we ordinary people can't compete with the celebrities around our teachers. That morning, in my impression, it should be the largest number of people who were beaten in junior high school. We didn't write two posts on the same topic. Everyone went up and was beaten one by one, and the posture was uniform. The moment they stepped onto the platform and waited for the stick to fall, it felt like the moment when the prisoner was waiting for the knife to fall. When it was my turn, I found that being spanked was worse than being beheaded by a prisoner, and the prisoner had no pain when chopping. What is more painful is that after being spanked, you have to cover your ass with a ferocious face and twisted body, and then limp back to your seat under the gaze of the whole class. I think students who are beaten in the calf should be more painful. After that day, the math class representative became a public enemy, and he was still my deskmate.

The tool used by junior high school English teachers to beat students is a slender wicker stick. Once I didn't bring my homework, and two purple marks appeared on my palm, which was unforgettable. The pain of wicker hitting the hand is only known by personal experience.

Mathematics is a subject that is often beaten in junior high school. Because I don't like math and don't study math, I fail every time, so I get beaten every time. Probably because the math teacher was gentle and didn't feel very painful, so I forgot after playing for a while. It may also be that you have been beaten for a long time and have a thick skin.

In high school, almost all teachers would hit people. I didn't hand in my homework. Hit it! I haven't finished my homework. Hit it! Fail the exam, fight! Wrong question is wrong, fight! Skip class, fall in love, not just call your parents! If you make a mistake, it's basically a battle. It's really a disagreement. I don't like studying and homework after high school, and all subjects are beaten by teachers. Although I don't like studying and doing homework, it doesn't mean that I am a poor student. My grades have been kept at around 30 in my class. Of course, my thirty students can't compare with the thirty students in Henan and Shandong.

Just like elementary school and junior high school, everyone has the memory of being beaten. After entering the third year of senior high school, all the teachers, like capitalists, have deepened our exploitation and drained our surplus value. There is no most homework, only more; The score is not the highest, only higher; There is no shortest time for sleep, only shorter.

Chinese teacher is one of those who exploit our surplus value. He asked us to copy a poem in our notebook and recite it for him every day. There is no limit to the length of a poem. You can recite one poem a day or several poems a day, but don't recite it every day. On one occasion, the city organized a mock exam for senior three students in the city. Everyone is entangled in homework every day and forgets to recite poems. One day, the Chinese teacher said, "In recent days, when preparing for the mock exam, you won't be allowed to recite it every day, but after the mock exam, you will be given two days to make up. One day can't be bad, except one day." At that time, we just looked up at him and then fought in the sea of questions. At that time, I was lucky, thinking that I could put it off. I think most of my classmates should agree with me. So one day, when the Chinese teacher stood on the podium with a ruler and said to us, "Come on, students, take out your poems." It's time for us to settle the accounts. You can't blame me. I have given you a vaccination. " Most students in the class were stunned, including me. So, sometimes you have to admit that there are some things you can't change. On that day, most students got nine boards like me, four for the left hand and five for the right hand. Less than ten students were not beaten. For students above grade nine, I can only say "no laziest, only lazier". That day, I once again experienced the scene when I dropped a needle and could hear the echo. The Chinese teacher is talking about the paper on the platform, and the students below are staring at the paper, frowning, but they can't hear the rustling of writing. I think all the students who were beaten should be like me. Because of their face, they tried not to cry, so they could only stick their hot and swollen palms quietly on the cold desk pocket and didn't dare to move. Although my hand stopped hurting and everyone soon forgot about it, no one was lucky enough not to recite poems after that.

When I graduated from senior three, my history teacher said, "We played the hardest this year, but we also got along most harmoniously. I hope you don't hate our teachers, sometimes you can only think of them if you are beaten. " I can't remember how many hits I got, just a lot; I can't remember the number of penalty stops, but I always remember being late; I can't remember how many homework I didn't hand in. Although I have been beaten so many times, I don't hate them, but I am grateful to them. Without their strictness and supervision, lazy students like me would definitely not be admitted to a good university.

Although the head teacher of junior high school is fierce, he knows the situation of every student in the class. Knowing that something had happened to my father, he would privately say to me, "Study hard. If there is anything I can do for your father, I will definitely tell the teacher. " When he thinks I can't get into high school, he will tell me privately, "If I can't get into high school, the teacher will find you a good class to repeat at the beginning of school." Although he worries too much. The Chinese teacher in high school is very cute when she smiles. He is usually kind to us. He will drink with boys in private. When he can't help smoking, he will borrow cigarettes from boys, just like ordinary friends. Go back to his alma mater to see him in the summer vacation. I saw him and said, "This girl didn't treat herself badly when she went to college. How much meat has she gained? She was ugly in high school. How beautiful you were in high school. " Every time the head teacher of a high school meets in the summer vacation, he says, "Girl, come and see if you have grown taller?"

In youth, there are these teachers, so why not? In the battle of wits with teachers, we ended our youth painfully and happily. I believe that in the days to come, what used to be will become more and more precious.