tenth year of teaching

Chapter 19 Parents Meeting

On the Friday afternoon of the next week after the results are released, there is a regular parent-teacher meeting.

Classes begin at 13:30 on Friday as usual. Classes are suspended after notification from the grade department. The head teacher organizes students to set up classrooms in the class first. Parents return to each class to communicate after the grade-level meeting.

I arrived at the class early in the morning and was about to arrange the students' arrangements.Qian Zhongshu walked over slowly and said, "Chu Xia, your class still has one math lesson to go. I'll take it first, and you can arrange it later, otherwise the two classes won't be on par." After saying this, he didn't wait for Chu Xia to object. , entered the classroom and started class.Chu Xia felt dumbfounded, but she couldn't object.Qian Zhongshu serves as the class teacher of Class 11 and teaches mathematics classes for Class 11 and Class 12. He is over 40 years old and is still her nominal class teacher.

She stood outside the classroom, looking anxious as Qian Zhongshu spoke slowly.But I was too embarrassed to go in and disturb them directly, so I walked around twice, thinking that the grade concentration would only take an hour, or else I should wait until the class is over.Chu Xia was waiting in the empty classroom opposite the class, looking at the door from time to time.After waiting for half an hour, Teacher Qian didn't come out. She felt a little sleepy and leaned against the wall and became confused.

At this time, Song Xiaoqiang came to visit the grade after giving a parent lecture.When I transferred to Class 12, I found that the teacher was still teaching in the class. I suddenly became angry and thought, "This early summer, I am making my own decisions again." 'Chu Xia was in a daze when the cell phone rang loudly.Just as she was about to pick it up, she saw Song Xiaoqiang walking in with an angry look on his face.

"Are you still here? What's going on in your class? The whole grade is decorating classrooms, why is your class still in class?"

"That..." Chu Xia was a little confused.

"The parents will leave immediately and go to class. Your class has not prepared anything. What are you still doing here?"

Chu Xia finally felt a little sober and thought, 'Well, I don't want to do this either. Teacher Qian has to come. '

Song Xiaoqiang became even more angry when he saw that she didn't speak. "Are you too ambitious? You decide everything by yourself? Not once or twice. Chu Xia, go to class immediately to make arrangements."

"But Teacher Qian said he has to go to class, and I will arrange it after he finishes class." Chu Xia whispered.

"Do you have the final say, or do I? Why do you have so many things to do when it comes to grade assignments? Now, go and make arrangements immediately." Song Xiaoqiang became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Then, in the end, is it more important to arrange the classroom? Or is it more important to go to class?" Chu Xia was young after all, and her anger was raised, and she said with a hot forehead.

"As for your big ideas, how did you guarantee the students who violated disciplines in your class last time? How are Li Hai and others doing now? With people like you, do you still need to do school work?" Song Xiaoqiang stared, and the veins on his neck were all It exploded.

Just at this moment, Su Jingyu passed by the door and came in after hearing the quarrel.Seeing that both of them looked bad, he quickly grabbed Song Xiaoqiang and persuaded him: "Young man, you are ignorant, don't get angry, speak slowly." He quickly winked at Chu Xia.

I actually regretted it after Chu Xia finished it. After hearing the last sentence, no matter how stupid I was, I knew what my problem was.She hurriedly ran two steps and entered the class to ask Teacher Qian to stop decorating the classroom.Teacher Qian looked at her dissatisfied, shook his head and walked away slowly.

Chu Xia thought to herself, 'What did I do wrong?'Neither end is good. '

After the evening, Zhang Yong invited the two of them to have dinner at Dayali.Everyone has been too busy during the recent midterm, and finally the work has come to an end, so the three of us can get together and relax.Chu Xia was not in a good mood. He was picking up the dishes on the plate and listening to the two people chatting.Zhang Jing always had a big heart, and she chatted with Zhang Yong for a long time. When she saw Zhang Yong winking, she realized that Chu Xia was not in a high mood.She rolled her eyes and asked, "Chu Xia, is it because of your grades?" Chu Xia was noncommittal, saying that this was one of the reasons.

"That's not something you can solve. Really, your chemistry scores are not bad at all. Just say that the Chinese teachers in your class, Li Yue, don't even raise their heads in class every day. They give lectures like chanting scriptures and sleep underneath. Half the class won’t care anymore. Mathematics Money Wooden Spoon…”

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Who are you talking nonsense? The students in your class all call him Wooden Spoon. That's what they called him when he taught junior high school." Zhang Jing also teaches politics in Class 12 and has a very good relationship with the students. Compared with her, the class teacher, she and Zhang Jing chat privately. get more.

Chu Xia rolled her eyes and said nothing.

"Originally, Wooden Spoon takes up class all day long to make up for the students, and the students must be willing to listen to it. The students in your class are most disgusted with him taking up physical education class. It's useless even if you don't listen." Zhang Jing said with spitting. Fei, "And your English class, Han Chunping, WC, can't suppress the students at all. He knows how to be cruel every day. After scolding him for a long time, he would lose his face and write on the blackboard, and the students in your class would throw paper balls on the stage. I can't control it. I just know that you are complaining, and even your homework is waiting for the homeroom teacher to collect it. Even if you have a hundred legs, you can't do it!" After saying that, Zhang Jing still didn't understand her hatred, and slammed the wine glass on the table.

"They are all old teachers. They told me that I have to take care of them." Chu Xia was noncommittal.

"Give me back my old teacher, my master, I'm really convinced. The average scores of these three major subjects are more than ten points different from those of other classes, and you won't be able to get into the class if you're so exhausted. If you ask me, don't bother, coax. If nothing happens, why bother complaining to them?" Zhang Jing curled her lips, "Do you think you can keep an eye on the students in class for 9 periods a day? You didn't watch Class 6?"

"What's wrong with Class 6?" Chu Xia was a little surprised, "Oh, it's pretty good. He's number one in the grade."

"Yes, what class is she in? Rumors have gone viral privately that the principal is optimistic about her. There are not many special admissions students assigned to her class, and the students are obedient. The teachers are all strong, and she doesn't need to worry about any subject. Her grades Still croaking."

"Class 6? Guan Min?" Chu Xia blinked and recalled.

"Yes, maybe it has something to do with it?"

"Eat, eat." Zhang Yong saw that the more she spoke, the more she spoke, and she opened her mouth to stop her. "It's the weekend. Let's take a good rest and don't think about school. Take your time. In early summer, there will always be a way."

'Yeah, it can't be solved today anyway.Think about it tomorrow! "In Chu Xia, putting aside these troubles, the three of them started chatting and laughing.

After dinner, we took the bus home in the evening.The flashing street lights outside the car window reflected the lonely look in early summer, "What Zhang Jing said makes sense, is this year going to be fooled like this?" 'She is somewhat unwilling to give in. Although her starting point is not high, it seems to be much worse than others at present, but this is not a simple set of data. Class 12 may be just a number in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Chu Xia, it is 56 people.

During the more than [-] days of getting along with each other during half a semester, there was anger, worry, and frustration, but there was also joy, warmth, and family affection. Fresh faces flashed across her mind.Chu Xia remembered what Dr. Zheng said, "Daughter, you have to be tenacious in doing things. If you don't accept it, you have to do it well!"

"We've arrived at Zengguang Road. Please get off the bus through the back door."

The moonlight was just right and there was a gentle breeze. The 22-year-old girl stepped off the bus and dragged her stubborn figure away.

(End of this chapter)