Narrator: Li Yunfa
Recorded and organized: Teacher Yage
My name is Li Yunfa, a native of Tianmen, Hubei. I used to be a junior high school politics teacher, and now I am a security guard for a property company, with a salary of more than 6,000 yuan per month, and I live a comfortable and happy life.
Twenty-three years ago, I was a homeroom teacher, and the students in my class were all so-called "bad students". And now my boss is a student in the "poor student class" back then. Education
My hometown is in the mountains, the transportation is inconvenient, standing at the door of the house and looking around, there are barren mountains, miscellaneous trees and grasses everywhere, and each family does not have many fields, and life is tight. Many people in their hometown were unwilling to be poor, so they went to Guangdong. Some work on construction sites, some in factories, and some rent land on the outskirts of the city to grow vegetables.
I am a teacher and college student, and I originally taught politics in the junior high school in my hometown, and I am a public teacher. For personal reasons, he was punished and lost his "iron rice bowl". My wife said that his brother and brother are all growing vegetables in Guangdong, so let's go and have a look. I had no choice but to choke back tears, lead my wife and children, reluctantly bid farewell to my parents and relatives, and got on the train to Guangdong.
When she arrived in Guangdong, her wife rented a few acres of land, planted vegetables with her brother and younger brother, and became a vegetable farmer. It happened that a new private school had opened in the local area, so I applied for a job and signed up for work the next day. It was a nine-year ordinary private school, and the teacher's salary was 1,000 yuan per month, dozens of yuan more than in his hometown.
At the beginning of the school's opening, the boss and the principal took the teachers to run around, set up stalls, walk the streets and alleys, and send small advertisements to recruit students. With the joint efforts of everyone, the school recruited more than 500 students in the first phase, with a total of 10 classes, including 3 classes in the first grade of primary school, 2 classes in the second grade, 4 classes in the seventh grade of junior high school, and 1 class in the eighth grade.
At that time, private schools competed with each other for students, and the school was afraid that it would not be able to recruit people, and there was no threshold for enrollment at all. Students come from all over the country and all walks of life, and the family situation is very complicated, and many students are constantly changing schools and even stopping their studies with the change of their parents' work location, and the subject foundation is very weak.
Before the official opening of the school, the school conducted a thorough examination for more than 500 students, and the leaders decided to gather all the "poor students" into one class, and the other students were divided into three classes according to the test results.
The school held a teachers' meeting to announce the division of labor, and a male teacher in his 50s was arranged to take the head teacher of the "poor student class", and he cried on the spot, saying that the principal discriminated against him and deliberately couldn't get along with him. He immediately wrote a resignation report, threw it in front of the principal, and walked away angrily.
The headmaster was stunned. After the meeting, he had to find several other teachers and mobilize them to lead the head teacher of the "poor student class". The principal was bitter and his mouth was worn out, but none of the teachers were willing. When the principal was at a loss, I volunteered that I wanted to give it a try. The principal was overjoyed, shook my hand excitedly, and said vigorously, "Thank you!"Thank you!
I took the initiative to be the head teacher of the "poor class", and I can't tell what the reason is, maybe I am young and vigorous, or I may sympathize with the principal's situation, and I want to help him and take the opportunity to express myself. After the start of the school year, I felt more and more that I had made a mistake by making a decision that I had made too haphazardly. Because the situation of the students in that class is really unimaginable.
The foundation of cultural courses is not generally weak. Of the 42 students in the class, several of them even made typos in their own names, and only a few of them could understand a little bit in class, and ninety percent of the students were like listening to the "Book from Heaven". The test scores in the single digits of each subject accounted for more than half, and the teachers said with a smile that the test papers in this class were easy to change, and a class was changed in 10 minutes, and they were all forks.
Classroom discipline is not an ordinary mess. Sleeping quietly in class is considered to be a good performance, most of the students are very energetic, chatting, watching, playing with each other, eating, quarrelling, and doing anything. If you want them to calm down and listen to the class, it is an extravagant hope, the teachers talk to themselves, and then leave ten minutes for them to move freely in the classroom, and immediately flee as soon as the class bell rings.
It's not normal for a student not to have an accident for a day. It is common for students to quarrel with each other, sometimes there will be conflicts between teachers and students, sometimes they bully junior school students, and even extort money to spend, even on the way to and from school, they are not worried, and often people in the society come to the school to complain, saying that they are caught stealing things and have an arrogant attitude, or bullying their children or something.
With this kind of class, I basically don't have to worry about teaching, and I deal with conflicts and disputes endlessly every day. I used to try to change them slowly, to talk to them bitterly, to lay out the facts, to reason, over and over again, until my throat was smoking, and my throat was hoarse every day. But it didn't work, they ostensibly promised me to abide by discipline and Xi study hard, but as soon as I turned my back, I forgot about it, and it was still the same.
I finally got through a semester, I proposed to the principal, I don't want to be the head teacher of the "errand class", the principal agreed, but after two days I still said with a bitter face, no one answered, you are familiar with them, have experience, or continue to bring. I didn't want the principal to be too embarrassed, so I had to take it with me.
Unexpectedly, I have been working for 6 years, and the two sessions of the "poor student class" have fallen into my hands, and my colleagues laugh at me as a professional household in the "poor student class". After graduating from the second class of students, I was physically and mentally exhausted, with back pain, dizziness, polyps in my throat, and I had to undergo surgery. I couldn't take it anymore and submitted my resignation to the principal.
After the polypectomy surgery, the doctor told me to take at least a year off and not to speak loudly. I had to stay at home and recuperate while helping my wife with some work. A year later, life was really stretched, so I found another school to teach.
Ten years later, the school I worked for closed down due to poor management. I applied everywhere, but I didn't want to, saying that I was too old and in a bad physical and mental state, and I was afraid that I would not be able to do the job. The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the vegetable plot rented by his wife was to be developed, which was taken back, and his son was working on the construction site and accidentally broke his right leg. We had no choice but to go around picking up garbage and selling it for a living.
One day in the summer of the previous year, I was carrying a large bundle of packing boxes and paper, and I was resting under one of the eaves of the street when I encountered a typhoon and suddenly the wind and rain were blowing. Suddenly, there was a rattle, a car pulled up on the side of the road, and a young man got out of the car and ran straight towards me.
Teacher, teacher, is that you?"Inadvertently, I heard a voice that seemed to be speaking to me. As soon as I looked up, I saw a vaguely visible face. The young man held my hand tightly and said, "I'm Ah Guang, your first student. "I remembered, reflexively withdrew my hand, Ah Guang, who was a student of my first "poor student class", he once disobeyed my management, talked back to me, and almost made a move.
Seeing my highly guarded eyes, Ah Guang bowed deeply to me and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, teacher!."He told me that after graduating, he always felt that his behavior was wrong, and he wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to me, but he didn't dare, for fear that I wouldn't accept it, and he met him on the side of the street today.
Ah Guang said that he took over his father's business and ran a property company, and his current business is very large. After hearing about my plight, he graciously invited me to work as a security guard at his company. I hesitated, but he grabbed my hand and picked up the bundle of paperwork with the other, and threw it into the trunk of the car, making sure to take me to his company.
Two days later, I put on a brand new security uniform and went to work at Ah Guang's company. The salary standard for him to hire a security guard is 4,000 yuan per month, and give me 6,000 yuan a month, I call him equal, he said with a smile, one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, the 2,000 yuan is my filial piety to you.
One day after work, I ran into Ah Guang, and I asked him, the teacher scolded you before, and also pulled your ears and punished you for standing, don't you hold a grudge against the teacher?Why are you still being so nice to me?
Ah Guang said with a sincere face, teacher, I really hated you at the time, but then I went into society, and in retrospect, I felt that I did something wrong to make you angry, and you did it to me well, and you were sincere to me. So, my heart was filled with guilt and gratitude.
Listening to Ah Guang's words, my tears were about to fall. "You mean it to me", Ah Guang said so well, he finally understood the teacher's good intentions. Ah Guang's words touched me deeply, as a teacher, it is inevitable to encounter the so-called "bad students", in the face of poor students, we must show "sincerity", do our best to be sincere, so that we can have a clear conscience!
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