When I was very young, my father was a teacher. He was in one of the worse schools in our city. Other schools picked the remaining students. I often hear my father talking about the children in his class, saying that some children simply can't teach, they are naughty all day long, and hang out with a bunch of gangsters in society, letting them fend for themselves.
Although I was not that bad, I often got high-end words such as "scrap" and "you are done" from the teachers of the best schools in the city at the time. Just because my grades are often ranked within the bottom 10 of the grade.
"You give me out."
These are the 5 words that impress me the most.
So I often wandered aimlessly around the school. The weather was very good, and the air pollution didn't seem to be that serious at that time. Because our urban area is not prosperous, the sound of vehicles on the street gliding through the air is very clear: just like this "wow". The school environment is clean and tidy, and the children in physical education class run on the playground. I was hiding in the toilet next to the school playground, waiting for get out of class to end.
Why should I hide in the toilet? Because if you wander around the school and you are "aimless", it is equivalent to the two words "poor student" or the four words "out of the classroom" written on your face. The passing teacher or the faculty member Look at your face more, a dark color of disgust. So I simply hid in the toilet, waiting for the bell to ring after class.
Time always seems very long.
I have thought about killing the math teacher more than once. I always try to think carefully about the time, place, and method. I tried to consider what would happen, because I still don't want to be caught, and I don't want my parents to know that their child killed someone. But in the end, it was always because of a change of math teacher. At that time I didn't know what a dream was, and I felt that my future was gloomy.
The teacher's whispers behind me, and the scorching eyes of the classmates in class always make me thorny. Later I learned that it was because I still had good hopes for people, but I didn't know that hopes were so hard to bear.
During the 6 years from junior high school to high school, I always believed that the teacher was our enemy. And this does not exist objectively from the beginning, the teachers have been constantly adding to this belief from beginning to end. They never looked at the students sitting in the last row. They never looked at the children on either side of the podium, occasionally seeing them with contempt and mocking tone. I was so innocent at that time, I didn't even hear it. I just thought the teacher's joke was really funny, and I was the protagonist.
I think a child is a completely harmless animal. No matter how young a teenager is, he will not be more scheming than an adult in his thirties. But why are these teachers unwilling to give these children a little respect? Maybe they don't think it is necessary, the respect of a child?
Maybe it's not worth it at all.
So Teacher Clark is a simple person. He did not quantify these values. He just feels that if there is a contribution, there will be a reward. Knowledge is not air. Knowledge is visible and tangible, and you can eat slowly when you can't finish it, and you can always eat. With knowledge, exams are no longer a problem. He feels even more that as long as he gives the child enough respect, the child will definitely respect him.
At the end of the credits, there is news that Mr. Clark's book has been published. In fact, I am not optimistic about this book. There are methods, no enthusiasm, and no use. This is a sad thought. My thoughts have always been sad. I always think that if you think things bad enough, you will never be disappointed. This is a simple calculation problem that my math teacher taught me.
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