After four Chinese classes on Thursday morning, I took the time to hold a discussion meeting on the evaluation and scoring rules of the civilization class, and even drank all the water, and I was reluctant to waste extra time. When I got home at noon, I faced the empty house, there was no life, and there was a lack of fireworks, and the "cold" rose from my heart. "Tired" made me collapse on the couch in desperation, and soon fell asleep. After eating takeout for a long time and eating too many seasonings, I always feel dry in my mouth, and when the cold wind blows, my whole lips crack. A cough made me wake up shortly after sleeping, and I drank a large glass of water unconsciously, my stomach was swollen, and I had a full burp, which seemed to be a little more comfortable, but I was still weak. I touched my forehead, my hands were hot, and I finally understood that I was sick.
I suddenly remembered a piece of news: teachers are not allowed to go to class with illness, and they must ask for leave if they are sick. But I don't even know if I'm sick, how can I ask for leave?However, now that I already know about it, I decided to take half a day off in the afternoon. As soon as I picked up my mobile phone, I wanted to ask the head of the grade for leave, but the mobile phone rang first, and I saw that the number was the mobile phone number of Mr. Kong in the office. I knew that they were looking for me to write materials again, and as soon as they were connected, Mr. Kong's impatient voice came: Master, come over and help, there is a leader who wants to check in the afternoon, and I can't be busy alone!I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't make up a suitable reason, so Xi habitually agreed, dragging his sick body to school.
Walking into the office, Ms. Kong was already very busy, and all kinds of honorary certificates were thrown all over the floor, and I wanted to help her sort it out. Teacher Kong stopped me with his hand: Master, you still write the materials, and I will sort out the materials. My head hurt so much that it was about to burst, but the young man didn't notice the beads of sweat on my head at all, and he kept pushing me to write materials, and I couldn't bear the fire. I understand Ms. Kong's difficulty, if I guessed correctly, she should have not eaten lunch yet, because I saw the biscuits on the table. The people who do the office are doing some mother-in-law and mother-in-law things, and people who are tired can't see any proud results, and Mr. Kong, a little girl, is enough to embarrass her.
I moved my sick body and sat down, and looked at the summary report on the computer desktop, the little girl still has a conscience, and the first draft is not bad!I'm a cheap person.,I'm a little excited when I see the text.,Even if I have a headache, I'm seriously revised like an occupational disease.。 I worked with Ms. Kong, she checked the data, I sorted out the text, and finally completed the task in the afternoon class, just waiting for the principal to review and approve it.
In a rare easy time, Mr. Kong nibbled on the biscuits again, and I asked with concern: Didn't you eat lunch?Mr. Kong nodded and handed the biscuits to me. I waved my hand, and the cough appeared again in time, and the little girl finally found out that I was sick: Master, are you sick?I'm sorry you came to help me when you were sick!I reassured her: it seems that it is better to work!At this time, the principal came to ask for materials, and when he saw me, he was a little surprised, and pointed to the materials: You wrote it?If you wrote it, I won't review it, just use it!It just so happened that you did me another favor, you attended the afternoon meeting, made a record, and then wrote a press release after the meeting and sent it to the school.
Teacher Kong felt that it was a burden on me and wanted to explain to the principal that I was sick, but I stopped her with my eyes. This kind of debriefing meeting is actually very boring and has a long time to go. Teacher Kong secretly walked up to me, and she wanted to take notes for me and let me go to the office to rest. I thanked Mr. Kong and insisted on taking notes myself. I try to keep my coughs to myself, and if I can't hold on, I sneak into the toilet and come back when I'm full. The whole time, I showed no signs of illness.
When I got home in the evening, I was already soaked with my underwear, but after sweating so much, my illness was a little better.