When I was in primary school, I won a certificate for my father to use to paste the wall, which can cover the whole wall at home. When I went to middle school, my dislike of English made my overall grades decline. I remember the first time in junior high school, I was the first in math and Chinese, but I was not in the top 50 of the school's big red list. At that time, the foreign language scores had not been announced. If I can get 8 points in the foreign language exam, the total score of the three courses will definitely be in the top 50. When I entered the school, I was the first in the school! Listening to the comments of the classmates behind me, I feel a little completely discredited. The next day, the head teacher Ming announced at the morning meeting that my total score was tied at school 17, and I forgot to calculate my foreign language score. At that time, I was jealous of Mingxin. Isn't this a lie? Many years later, Ming told me that he actually did it on purpose, for me. ?
According to my grades at that time, in that rural junior high school at that time, there was only hope of being admitted to an ordinary high school. But if my foreign language scores come up, in the teacher's words, it is "the future cannot be * * *". So, the head teacher told every teacher who taught me English to "take care of" me behind my back (three English teachers changed in junior high school for three years). And I don't seem to appreciate this care. Soon, the first English teacher turned a blind eye to me. My English score was almost the lowest in my class, and I could only get ten points at a time. My English teacher changed when I was complacent. I heard that the English teacher and my head teacher left a lot of "grudges" because the head teacher gave some suggestions to the headmaster. The second English teacher is a regular university graduate. She teaches well and takes care of me in all aspects. Even if you go to the toilet after class, you should come with me, and from time to time, two sentences of English pop up. It's really stupid He is lazy, and he needs my help to mark the papers. My English score has been hovering around 50 points.
A few years later, he said to me, "If it weren't for your class teacher's exhortation every day, I could still' take care of' you! You judge that a roll of paper will not remember more than two words. " I suddenly realized. My third English teacher is a woman. He is a "leak" in the university and graduated from a key high school. She teaches well, too, that is, she asks me questions at least three times in each class. I am bored. I like to "slip the number" in her class, and a poem secretly written in English class won the provincial Excellence Award. I have always stubbornly believed that I might have won the first prize if she hadn't interrupted my train of thought. So, before an English class, I gently spilled half a small basin of dirty water on the podium.
The beautiful teacher's long white dress was drenched with dirty water in a big black circle. The laughter of her classmates caught her attention, and her anger instantly showed on her face. The remaining half of the class was seriously questioned by the teacher. I slowly stood on the desk and thought I was "aggressive" ... The next day, I was called to the head teacher's office and fully appreciated the worst swearing words in the world. I ran home and told my father that I was not studying.
When he was carried into the office by his father, the class teacher said, "There is still half a year's senior high school entrance examination. If your son can be admitted to high school, my surname Li will be written backwards. " I stubbornly stayed because of this sentence. In the last half year of the sprint, my efforts no longer need anyone's supervision, and I was successfully admitted to high school.
On the day of the notice, I insisted that the class teacher fulfill his promise. He did it and wrote me a name. I was very excited. A few years ago, my father met Ming, and they talked about my story in those days, which is still with relish. And I always feel guilty when I think about it, which is a belated touch. ...