tenth year of teaching

Chapter 43
The storm during the semester was gradually submerged in the daily routine day after day. We waited for two weeks and saw no advice from the school on how to deal with it.

In fact, the school leadership team held several meetings to discuss the several incidents that occurred during this exam, but many of them cannot be stated openly. Without concrete evidence, it is impossible to make a final conclusion.

Two projects advocated by Zhang School have begun to be contacted and gradually implemented. One is online marking and the other is a 24-hour campus monitoring system.The No. [-] Affiliated Middle School was specially approved as the first batch of digital campus projects in the district, and hardware installation began during the holidays.

At this time in early summer, I was still using TCL’s flip phone every time I sent text messages in the office.Wang Shumei would be surprised by her hand speed, the clicking sound was like a ticker.

In 2008, we saw live TV programs on mobile phones in the news, which was still a novelty for most Chinese people.Including the ability to read books directly on mobile phones or other electronic devices, etc., it is still a black technology-like existence for many people.Ten years later, when I was walking on the beach in Mauritius in early summer but suffered from extremely slow Internet speed, I sighed deeply at the strength of my motherland and the progress of science and technology!Ten years later, not only can you watch live TV on your mobile phone at any time, you can get all kinds of video news information at your fingertips, you can travel around the world with a mobile phone when you go out, and you can even buy a bottle of water at a small shop in the countryside. You can pay with WeChat and Alipay, but Hong Kong has only just begun Mobile payment is still being promoted at discounts.

Of course, she could not imagine this in 2009. Therefore, when the school proposed to build a digital campus, she and most other teachers were still confused. They only knew that some network cables would be laid and the Internet speed would be accelerated.

Lao Zhang said: "I can watch a few more episodes of Korean dramas, yeah!"

"Look at your potential, I heard that the district education committee will equip everyone with notebooks next semester." Liao Ping said disdainfully.

"Really? Oh my god!" Lao Zhang instantly became beautiful. For a Korean drama fan who has occupied the only desktop computer in the office for a long time, this is definitely as good news as a salary increase.

Chu Xia was also a little excited. The computer at home was saved in Zhongguancun with the help of her ex-boyfriend.

Everyone was talking happily when Ma Liqiang from the teaching department opened the door and came in. "What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"

"The school said they will distribute notebooks next semester. Is that true? Teacher Ma." Liao Ping stood up immediately and said excitedly.

"It's possible!" Ma Li winked.

He is nearly fifty years old, short and thin, but has sharp eyes, straightforward and capable.It is said that he used to be the principal of a certain elementary school in the mountainous area. He had an upright temper. Because of a teacher benefit, he was informed by a teacher of the school to the Education Committee, so he was dismissed and transferred to an attached middle school.Zhang cherished talents and allowed him to supervise scientific research alone and focus on the papers and projects of school teachers.For school teachers who want to be evaluated, essays are a compulsory requirement, so many people still respect him very much or ask for help from him.

Ma Li stressed that after finishing his talk, he looked around, walked to the cabinet, and pasted the printed notice in his hand on the side.

"Little girls, pay attention to the notice. There is a city-level essay competition this time. Basic submissions will win awards, but a review fee of fifty is required. If you are interested, pay attention to the deadline."

As soon as Ma Liqiang left, Liao Ping immediately rushed to the notice and secretly wrote down the requirements while reading.Lao Zhang acted as if it had nothing to do with him and continued to crack melon seeds and read novels.

Chu Xia was hunched over her desk and continued to grade homework. Since the relationship between them had eased, she had slowly moved some of her work back to the office. After all, preparing lessons still required discussion together, and it was not good to be too gregarious.

After everyone went to eat at noon and there was no one in the office, she studied the notice carefully.In fact, some call for essay notices are issued every semester. Last semester, there were more notices around October, but at that time, I had just entered the role and couldn't think about the left or right.There will be more in the next semester in May. In early summer, I flipped through the pages and found that in addition to the call for papers sponsored by the BJ City Chemical Association at the top, there was also a notice at the bottom about the teaching department of Yuyang District Teacher Training College. Application for district-level projects.

She stood there and read each item carefully several times. Finally, she found a pen and paper and copied down all the key points.When I first graduated, Teacher Ren once told everyone that we should pay attention to daily accumulation, and actively participate in papers and open classes every year, so that when the time comes for job evaluation, we will not have nothing in hand and delay things.

She thought about it. There were both papers and teaching designs in the solicitation. She could change the district-level curriculum of last semester and apply for a teaching design. Although there were some problems in the practice of different schools at that time, the overall design still met the requirements of the solicitation.

There is also a solicitation for this topic. Over the past year, she has gained some insights on teaching and students.She hesitated to give it a try. She had loved reading books since she was a child and had no objection to organizing manuscripts.

The tip of the pen tapped bit by bit on the paper full of words. The afternoon breeze blew the blue curtains up and down, and the light and dark light hit Chu Xia's hesitant face.

That night, she went home to pick up a box of tea, which a relative had brought back to Lao Chu from Hangzhou.The next day, she wrapped tea leaves in newspapers and went up to the teaching department on the fourth floor of the office building as if she had a guilty conscience.

Looking at the somewhat reserved young man opposite, Ma Liqiang was a little amused. In fact, this box of tea was nothing to him. In his years as the principal, he had seen better ones, but he had returned them all.

"What's the matter with you?" Ma Liqiang asked with interest.

"Ms. Ma, I want to apply for a district-level project." The heart that was still pounding just now calmed down.

"Oh?" Ma Liqiang was a little surprised. Not to mention young people, some old teachers in the school rarely touch this area. Firstly, it is time-consuming and difficult to approve. Those without any writing skills dare not declare rashly.The few topics in the school, whether they bear the name of the principal or the school, are written by him alone.Among them, he is most proud of winning a national-level project for the school, and School Zhang relies on him for this reason.

"What's your topic? Can you tell me about it?" He leaned forward and folded his hands on the desk.

Seeing Teacher Ma's interest, Chu Xia calmed down and explained simply: "I once watched a movie called 4 Idiots Raising Bollywood. Rote memorization may allow you to pass 40 years of college, but it will destroy you." The next [-] years.' I was thinking, if students sit in class and listen to the same teacher teaching the same knowledge, why are their grades so different? Learning methods and interests are the most important, so I want to do a study on students' independent learning. subject.”

"Too big!"

"what?"

"It's too big! I said your topic is too big." Seeing Chu Xia's puzzled expression, Ma Liqiang continued to explain: "It is taboo for front-line teachers to apply for topics that are too broad. What kind of autonomy do you mean by autonomy? Who is the subject? The teacher or the student?"

"Student." Chu Xia thought for a while.

"What kind of student?"

"Just like my students."

"Okay, you have to limit it to ordinary high school students in the suburban towns of BJ City." Ma Liqiang guided her little by little. Looking at the girl opposite who was listening carefully and taking notes, Ma seemed to have found the feeling of being respected and needed. , this is a young man who is willing to learn, at least he is much better than those who wait until they are about to be evaluated and bring something to ask him to write an article, or beg him to put his name when publishing an article.

Chu Xia didn't know that it was not the can of tea but her sincere attitude that impressed Ma Liqiang, which also opened another upward door for her.

(End of this chapter)