Sometimes pay less attention to what others say, so that you can live less tired. Don't worry about one sentence, and don't affect your life because of others. Life is your own, don't worry about others.

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Peach and plum are fragrant, cherry blossoms are in full bloom, pine and cypress are green, the sun is not dry, and the breeze is just right. I walked at a brisk pace into the school where I will live for three years. The environment here is good and the teaching quality is good. I like it very much.

I just started junior high school life, and I'm a little uncomfortable. A sense of loneliness surrounds me tightly and makes me breathless. The step-by-step life makes me fidget. But math class let me slowly dispel this feeling, become cheerful and lively, and try to accept this life.

The scene of the first math class is still fresh in my memory.

The sky is getting dark, and a touch of sunset has dyed the sky in the west as red as blood, which is very charming. This is the first time we have met. When the bell rang, more than 50 students in our class sat quietly, waiting for the teacher. After a while, a male teacher came into the classroom. He is thin but tall, with regular facial features, not very handsome, but he smells serious, which makes strangers stay away from him and makes people shudder.

He briefly introduced himself: "I am your math teacher." A short sentence is concise and powerful, which is impressive.

Our math teacher is very different from other teachers. Instead of chatting with us to enhance our feelings, let each of us introduce ourselves. The format of the introduction is as follows: name, junior high school math scores, what shortcomings are there in learning math, and what mistakes are easy to make. Before the introduction, the teacher borrowed a pen and a piece of paper from the students at the first table, which should be to record our basic situation.

At the first table near the door, I began to introduce myself, and before I knew it, it was almost me. My heart kept beating and I was very nervous, and my mind kept brewing what to say. It's my turn I stood up calmly and looked quite calm. In fact, my heart is flying, and I'm scared. I cleared my throat and said, "My name is XX, and my math score in junior high school is 100. I am careless and prone to mistakes, and nothing else. "

The teacher smiled and nodded to me and motioned me to sit down. I don't know what he is thinking, let alone what he is thinking. The teacher's expression made me sad, but I didn't think much. I sat down, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a lot.

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In this way, our first math class in junior high school is over, and the teacher feels good about us, and we feel good about the teacher.

He is my favorite teacher and my most admired teacher. I like his personality and admire his unique views on mathematics.

I thought the affection between our teachers and students would last until I graduated from grade three. I think he must be the teacher I miss most after I graduated from Grade Three.

Reality slapped me hard.

In the second semester of the second grade, the situation suddenly changed, and the speed of turning your face was faster than turning pages, which was amazing.

The math teacher treats us worse every day. I am very distressed. I can't figure out why this happened. Until one day, he told us his thoughts and answered my doubts.

"Do you know why I did this to your class?" The teacher asked as soon as he entered our class.

We shook our heads and said nothing.

"Because you like this, don't say anything, like a dead man! Your class is getting more and more scattered, with no class size and no cohesion at all. People who watch it are bored! I used to scold Class Five for praising you, but now I scold you for praising Class Five. You're not happy, are you? This is not your own fault! Do not actively answer questions in class, do not cooperate, and the assigned tasks are not well completed. What it looks like! " The teacher didn't stop talking, as if he had been preparing for a long time.

Maybe I have long been disappointed in our class.

Now that I think about it, teachers usually mention it by innuendo, but we are too stupid to notice it.

After the teacher finished speaking, we still didn't say a word, just bowed our heads and said nothing.

"If I can give up, I really want to give up on you!" The teacher looked at the door and said.

Hearing this sentence, I looked up at the teacher's refusal, and my heart ached for a while.

The teacher stopped talking and went on with the class.

I pulled my thoughts back and listened carefully.

After class, I found the monitor and several classmates to discuss what we should do. We unanimously decided to start with us, let's unite and let the teachers see our changes.

From that day on, we often helped our classmates, and often said in class that we should unite and give them chicken soup.

But the teacher scolds us in class almost every day, as if he didn't see it. This lasted for a week, and many students in our class began to get bored, saying that the math teacher was too ugly and could do whatever he wanted.

When I hear them say this, I always pour chicken soup for their souls and say, "The teacher did say something ugly, but he also did it for our own good." We must understand. "

They didn't say anything.

Tuesday's evening self-study is math, and we quietly wait for the teacher to come to class. I am also in a good mood, because when the teacher came to class this morning, because of the applause of our class, he smiled and said, "Good, good."

This is the first time that our class teacher praised us with a smile these days.

The teacher's words restored our confidence. As long as we persist, the teacher will definitely change our situation and return to the previous appearance.

The bell rang and the teacher came in.

The teacher is expressionless, and you can see the slight anger on his face, which makes people shudder.

Like the calm before the storm.

I'm in a panic. I hope the teacher won't be angry.

It happened that the teacher didn't even look at us and said, "Someone in your class is dissatisfied with me. To tell you the truth, I am even more unhappy to see you. You don't want me to take care of you. You think I want to take care of you. Not because I am a teacher, it is my duty to educate students. You people will be social scum if you go out in the future. Instead of teaching you to go out and endanger society, let you' die' here now. Starting today, I won't give you classes, watch you or talk to any of you. From now on, old people will no longer associate with each other, just strangers. " Say that finish, the teacher walked out of the classroom and stood in the corridor.

We all don't know what happened, so we were scolded for no reason, and said that we were afraid to speak, for fear of touching the teacher's lamella.

The teacher's words spread in my mind, like the eruption of an active volcano, burning every nerve in me. My tears swirled in my eyes like boiling water. I didn't let them fall, because crying couldn't solve any problems.

So we spent the night.

After several days, in the math class, the teacher said, "The class still needs to be talked about, and some people can't be harmed because of other people's mistakes. Just don't expect to be the same. "

The knowledge that can't be learned in a class is now finished in ten minutes, and there is no pause in the middle, which makes people unable to react. I just remembered a knowledge point, and I may have finished it. Such a high-speed class makes us unable to adapt.

Our class began to be like a deflated ball and was once depressed. My monitor and several other students want to have a good talk with the math teacher. The teacher left after class for several days in a row, so we couldn't find anything.

It was a night self-study, and the math teacher was in Class Five. The monitor finally stopped the math teacher and chatted with him.

It's just that I wasn't there. I don't know exactly what they said. I just heard the monitor say that the teacher doesn't want to take care of us because he heard someone talking about him in our class. X said he didn't want him in charge. Because of our class teacher. I don't know the rest.

Some people in our class say that he is not strange, but what happened to our head teacher? I don't know.

I can't remember the day of the week. In order to talk to the math teacher and get to know about it, I stopped at the door of the classroom directly.

Finally, he only said one sentence to me: "You can't talk about things with emotions."

In a word, it may sound nothing, but this sentence is like a loud slap in the face, leaving no room.

You can't talk about things with emotions, so how can you make people have no emotions? Since we don't talk about it, we will never talk about it. Anyway, I know you. No one can change your decision. It turns out that I have been dreaming.

That's what I was thinking.

I suddenly feel that I don't want to stay here, even in this school.

I thought about it for a long time, and decided that my dad said I was going to transfer. My dad asked me: Why do you want to transfer?

I told him everything that happened at school and said a lot of my inner thoughts, but my father still disagreed.

After that, we quarreled directly, and my father almost hit me.

Seeing my father so angry, I had to compromise first.

I know my father is doing me good, and I am also afraid that my transfer will not adapt to the life of the new school and affect my grades.

But I want to transfer.

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Soon, the final exam is coming, and I am still shrouded in a depressed atmosphere. This made my final exam results unsatisfactory, and my grades came down. I looked at the unsatisfactory result and cried. I thought I would be scolded, but my father comforted me and said, "You are great. Don't be sad."

In a word, I stopped crying. Looking at my father's encouragement, my confidence doubled. I am determined to study hard. In the third year, I must work hard.

Do you want to give up the idea of transferring? I hesitated when I looked at my father.

During the summer vacation, my father took me to get an ID card, which made me completely give up the idea of transferring.

When I got up that morning, it was raining in Mao Mao. I sat in my father's car and looked at the scenery outside the window. Misty rain, drizzle, castle peak shrouded in misty rain, people want to look away.

We took photos and filled out the form ... only then did we finally complete the arduous task of obtaining the ID card.

My father and I came to the station. I thought we would go straight back, but my father said, "Wait a minute, see if there is anyone, and take two back to make some money."

I said, "Well, just wait."

I was sitting in the car listening to music with headphones on, and my father was standing on the side of the road.

It rained harder and harder and turned into a downpour. Dad ran back to the car, took an umbrella and continued to stand on the side of the road.

I wear headphones and hum along with the song. I inadvertently looked up and saw my father standing in the heavy rain. At this moment, my earphone dropped.

Looking at my father's figure, my eyes are red. My father is a very tall and powerful image in my memory. My father squatted on the side of the road with a small umbrella.

Tears fell unwillingly. Dad can't see me crying through the window. I burst into tears and turned all my sadness, doubts and sadness into tears.

I finally understand that parents don't think about their children.

Dad, I feel sorry for you. My willfulness has hurt you. I won't be willful anymore. Believe me, I will be your greatest pride in the future.

I decided not to study any more.

After waiting for more than an hour, my father dragged me home alone. ...

Now I understand, don't you eat because the food tastes bad? Do you want to give up on yourself because others give up on you? Don't you live because others scold you?

Although I don't know how many there are in this world, I still have to face it, don't I?

Don't affect your life because of others.