love education

Chapter 4 October (1)
brief introduction

First day of school

our class teacher
an unfortunate event

boy from calabria
my classmates

Act of Chivalry
my second grade female teacher
in the attic
Dedicated to pre-school and extra curricular
little patriot of padua

First day of school

Monday 17th
Today is the first day of school, and the three-month vacation in the country has passed away like a dream.In the morning, my mother sent me to report to the Barretti branch school. I was still thinking about the things in the country, and my heart was full of displeasure.

No matter which street, there are students coming and going; the entrances of the two bookstores are also crowded with parents of students, who are buying school supplies for their children - schoolbags, pencil cases, exercise books.A lot of people gathered at the gate of the school. The police and janitors were trying their best to maintain order and open the road.As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I suddenly felt someone pat me on the shoulder. It turned out to be my homeroom teacher in the third grade. He was still the same as before with red curly hair. He was still so bright and optimistic. He said to me cheerfully:
"It seems we are parting forever, Enrico?"

I actually knew it a long time ago, but being mentioned by the teacher now still makes my heart ache.

It took a lot of effort before we squeezed through the door.On campus, at this time, whether it is a dignified wife, an elegant gentleman, or workers, officials, nuns, or servants, they all look the same - holding the child next to them with one hand, and holding the upgrade book in the other .There are so many people here, the lobby and the stairs are packed, and there is a lot of people everywhere, like a theater.I saw the spacious lobby on the first floor again, and felt very familiar.This hall is connected to the corridor of the seven classrooms, and it has been the only way I have to go to the classroom every day for the past three years.

My class teacher in the first half of the second grade was standing at the door of the classroom, greeting me:
"Enrico, you are going to go to class upstairs this semester, and I will never see you pass by my door again." She looked at me and said reluctantly.

The headmaster was surrounded by a group of anxious mothers who were running around trying to find a seat for their children.Alas, it seems that the headmaster's hair and beard are whiter than last year.To my relief, the students are all taller and stronger than before the summer vacation.

The classification of the classrooms on the first floor has ended, and some first-grade children reluctantly walked into the classrooms, all of them are like little donkeys, no matter how hard their parents are, they will not move.At this time, the parents had no choice but to use strong means to pull and push them in, but some of them escaped as soon as their parents left as soon as they were pulled in; Started to cry.The parents who had just walked not far had to return, some whispered to comfort their little ones, while others scolded loudly.At this time, the teachers seemed a little at a loss.

My brother was on the first floor and put in Ms. Del Keddy's class, and I went up the second floor and was put in Mr. Pubney's class.At ten o'clock in the morning, all the students in my class gathered together.I counted a total of 54 classmates including me, but only fifteen or six of them were my classmates in the third grade. Fortunately, Deross, who was No. 1, was among them.

Whenever I think of the lush and interesting mountains and forests that accompanied me throughout the summer, I feel that the school looks so small and dull.I also thought of my class teacher in the third grade. He was very nice, and he often smiled at us. He was short in stature, always so kind, and he was as easy-going as a classmate with us.The thought of not being able to be with him made me feel very uncomfortable.Our current class teacher is tall and tall, without a beard, but with long gray hair and a vertical wrinkle engraved on his forehead, which is very conspicuous.He has a sonorous voice and piercing eyes, sweeping from one face to another, as if he could read the minds of all of us.To my displeasure, I never saw him smile.I muttered in my heart:

"This is the first day, and there are still nine months! Thinking about those hard homework and monthly exams, it's really annoying."

As soon as I got out of school, I was eager to see my mother, and as soon as I saw her, I ran to kiss the back of her hand.she said to me:
"Be brave, Enrico, let's learn and improve together!"

I went home full of joy.But the always smiling and kind head teacher is no longer in my classroom, and school doesn't seem to be as interesting as it used to be.

our class teacher
Tuesday the 18st

Today I suddenly discovered that the new teacher is not so annoying, but also quite cute.When we came to the classroom one after another, he was already sitting on the seat on the podium.Some of the students he taught last year would poke their heads in from the door to say hello to him from time to time: "Good morning, teacher!" "Good morning, dear Mr. Pubney!" Shake hands and walk away in a hurry.It's clear everyone loves him and hopefully he'll be teaching them again this year.He would also reply to them, "Good morning, too," shake their extended hand, and then turn his face out of the window to stare intently at the roof of the house across the street.He didn't seem to like the small talk, it seemed like torture to him.He looked at us one by one with deep eyes, and then asked us to dictate new words.

While reciting new words, he stepped off the podium and shuttled back and forth between rows of long tables.Seeing that a classmate had a small red rash, he stopped reading new words, held the classmate's face in his hands, looked at it carefully, asked him what disease he had, and put his hand on the classmate's forehead to look at him. Do you have a fever?At this time, a classmate who was sitting behind him suddenly jumped onto the bench, stood up, imitated a puppet and made a face, just as the teacher turned around suddenly, the classmate suddenly sat back on his seat, frightened and motionless , he bowed his head, waiting to be punished.Instead of getting angry, the teacher just put his hand on the frightened child's head and said, "Don't do that again." Then said nothing.

He returned to the podium and continued to read new words.After dictating for us, he looked at us quietly for a while, and said in a very slow but sonorous voice:
"Listen, we're going to have a year together, and I hope we can all work hard, study hard, perform well. I don't have a family, you guys are my family, my mother was with me last year, but She has passed away and I am now alone in this world. Without you, I would have nothing. I have no hobbies or ambitions other than teaching you. You are like my children, I love you, please also Like me. I don't want anyone to force me to punish you, I really want to see your love. Our school is a big family, and you will be my comfort and pride, I don't expect you to give me A promise that earned me the honor, but I believe that, in your heart, you have made a promise to me, and I appreciate you for that."

Just then, the patrolling teacher walked in the door and announced that school was over.We all left our seats quietly, not a sound could be heard.The classmate who just stood up from the bench walked to the head teacher and said to him in a trembling voice, "Teacher, please forgive me."

The head teacher kissed him on the forehead and told him, "Go back, kid."

an unfortunate event

Friday the 21th

An accident happened at the very beginning of the new school year.On the way to school this morning, I repeated to my father what our class teacher said.As we walked, we found that the street was crowded with people, and they flocked to the gate of the school with their heads open.Suddenly, my father shouted:
"Something went wrong, the school year has just started, and it's terrible."

We had a hard time getting through the school gate, and the teachers couldn't get the little ones into their classrooms. They and their parents gathered in the school's spacious lobby, looking toward the headmaster's office.We hear someone lament:
"Poor little boy, poor Robert!"

Over the heads of the crowd, at the other end of the room, we can see a policeman's helmet, and the headmaster's bald head.Soon, a man with a tall hat and the appearance of a gentleman walked in, and everyone said, "The doctor is here!"

A father asked a teacher, "What's wrong?"

"The wagon wheel has run over his foot," answered the teacher, "and the bones are broken," accosted another.

The child was Robert, a third-grade student. On his way to school, he saw a little boy in the first grade run away from his mother, and accidentally tripped in the middle of the road, only a few steps away from a speeding carriage. remote.Seeing that the carriage was about to hit the little boy, Robert rushed over, grabbed the fallen child, and dragged him to a safe place, but he couldn't get out in time, and the wheels of the carriage rolled over. over his feet.Robert's father was an artillery captain.As we were listening to what had happened, a woman came frantically through the crowd. It was Robert's mother, who had been notified by the school.There was another woman hurriedly following behind her, with her arms around her neck, sobbing softly. She was the mother of the rescued child.Both of them rushed to the house like flying, and then, a desperate cry came out:
"Ah! my boy, my Robert!"

At this moment, a carriage stopped at the door, and after a while, Robert, who was hugged by the headmaster, appeared.His head rested on the headmaster's shoulder, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and everyone present stood upright, while Robert's mother's crying continued.The principal paused, his face pale, and gently lifted Robert up in his arms so that the people in the room could see.So, the crowd—male teacher, female teacher, parents, and students—all lowered their voices in affirmative tones, "Well done, Robert! Well done, boy!" At the same time, they blew kisses to the child. , the female teachers and classmates who were closer to him kissed Robert's hand.

Robert opened his eyes and said, "Where is my pencil case?" At this time, the mother of the rescued child showed him his pencil case, and said to him with tears, "I will keep it for you." , lovely little angel, I will take it for you." At the same time, Robert's mother also had a faint smile of relief on her face.They went out and put Robert comfortably in the carriage.After the carriage left, we all quietly returned to our respective classrooms.

boy from calabria
Saturday 22th

Yesterday afternoon, the homeroom teacher gave us the latest news about Robert. The poor man is going to walk with a cane.Just as he was speaking, the principal brought a new classmate into the classroom. He was a brown-skinned boy with black hair and big eyes. His thick eyebrows looked like paintings. He was wearing dark clothes with a waist Wearing a black Moroccan sash.The principal whispered to the head teacher for a while, then left the boy behind.The young man glanced around with his big eyes in a daze, a little frightened.The head teacher took his hand and said to the whole class:

"You should be happy today, because a classmate from Calabria came to our class. It is more than 500 miles away from here. You should take good care of this classmate who came from afar. His hometown—— —Calabria is a glorious place that has bred many excellent men, strong laborers and valiant soldiers for Italy, and is one of the most beautiful regions of our country, where there are dense forests and majestic flocks The mountain is home to a group of talented and courageous people. We must treat this new classmate well so that he does not feel far away from his hometown. We must make him feel that in any school in Italy, there are His good brother."

(End of this chapter)