Morris was obviously unhappy that someone was being replaced by Madison, but after all, this was his rhythm. "This gentleman can sit down. Apex 23S. The fastest update." He interrupted Madison and then took over himself, " Yes, that's exactly it. The focus of writing in the advanced stage is self-expression. I have seen some people agree with this, right? What awakens with your physiology is also your self. Writing The purpose changed from narrative, to imposing a universal value summary, to becoming the expression of one's own thoughts..." Morris left blank, and then said, "It didn't stop." He turned around coolly and said, "Advanced writing." He wrote on the blackboard After these words, "A description of the return event after self-expression. Who is willing to give it a try?" Night classes at Deep Bay Community College focus on cultivating interests and vocational skills after dark.
Zach is taking a writing class. So, all of us, take writing classes!
"What kind of writing? Show existing words after deliberate arrangement?" The teacher Morris, who was always mean to Madison, gave a speech on the podium. You don’t need to look at this behavior with colored glasses. From his podium, he can speak whatever he wants. “So writing is just a person’s expression? Is it the same as speaking?” This seems to be a speech that requires interaction between the listeners.
Under the podium, half of the 'students' responded to the interaction, with various voices saying "Yeah..."
Including Madison next to Zach.
Zach glanced at Madison and did not follow half of the people in responding to Morris on the podium. Instead, he said, "I thought you hated this partial and mean teacher, and you actually want to come back to class here?" The voice was not loud, just right. Just enough for Madison next to her to hear. Zach is a well-educated man and has no intention of interrupting other people's lectures.
Madison knew that the subject of Zach was his question, and the question he was actually asking was Zach himself. Zach needed to explain why he was in Grande. He had a rare opportunity to accompany Alice to review the "Cook's Kitchen" commemorative video of Grande's regular program, but was called here by Madison to listen to a show that he was not interested in. class.
Madison doesn't have as good a volume control ability as Zach, so she uses writing.
While Madison was writing, Mr. Morris on the podium continued to speak.
"Yes?" This contemptuous and insulting rhetorical question was Morris's response to all the people who had just answered him. "Who do you think you are? The President of the Federation? The words that come out of your mouth will be recorded, Store, disseminate, analyze, impact other people’s lives?”
What is certain is that Mr. Morris is very good at his mean-spirited approach to education. His deliberate pause really made most of the people in the classroom think about the difference between writing and speaking.
The note written by Madison was pushed in front of Zach, and Zach silently read: 'I don't want to come. It’s the spring semester’s trial classes, at a time when night school vocational training courses are seriously squeezing Morris’s business! We were lured into working as pawns for him! If you pay attention to the students here, you will find that you have met half of them! '
Zach raised his eyebrows and looked around as gently as possible. Recognition was impossible, but Zach did see some faces that looked familiar. It was the face that Zach had seen the only time he came to listen.
Zach stopped talking and replied to Madison with a note, 'What kind of inducement? '
On the podium, the appropriate blank space ended, and now it was confirmed that the trial lecture to attract new students began again, "How about I start from scratch! Humph, fill in the missing education for you guys! The foundation you received when you first reached school age Education, the period when you learn the text that constitutes an article, starts in elementary school!”
Madison completed a new reply:
'Those who come to work for him are guaranteed to have one of our class exercises selected and included in his personal collection of student works! '
Zach raised his eyebrows again and quickly wrote, 'Do you want royalties? Or do you just want to publish something and get a reputation? '
Madison replied quickly, and... her handwriting was shaking with excitement, 'No! What I want is to disgust him! I want to see him select one of my essays that he insulted and add it to his precious collection! '
With a kind look on his face, Zach folded the filled note, tore it into pieces, and temporarily put it in his pocket before throwing it away after class.
speech:
"What does primary school composition look like? Time, place, characters, events! The four basic elements construct a complete narrative situation that relies on primary school students' writing ability. That's right! A complete description of one thing is the writing of primary school students! Anyone want to give it a try? Don't be shy, it's elementary school level, no one can mess it up..."
It was obviously another moment of interaction. Morris's eyes were scanning the audience and where his eyes were. It was so...predictable that no one could mess up an elementary-school-level writing demonstration that fell to Maddison.
Zach kept his face as a passerby who was listening attentively, and gave an envious performance when Madison stood up next to him.
Madison looked around nervously at the eyes that had gathered on her, "On x, x, Saturday, the weather was fine. My mother took me to the Paisin Carnival. We played games, watched the Federal Historical Theater, Had some delicious snacks. What a great day.”
"Perfect!" Morris on the podium applauded as Madison sat down stiffly, "Perfect for an elementary school level!"
Zach's hand under the desk gave Madison a comfort.
"A basic event." Morris turned to the blackboard and wrote this perfect composition for primary school students on the blackboard in a handwriting that was very ostentatious. "It consists of the successful arrangement of words. But if this is writing, then It's not even as good as talking." Morris pointed in Madison's direction as if deliberately, "No one cares that you and your mother had a happy Saturday. If I hadn't written your essay here, you would be forced to show it. Give it to everyone here and no one will see it!”
As expected of a writing teacher, the way he vents his anger is so... literary. By extension, you all know that a collection of Madison's studies must be added in the future.
Madison performed her current task to the extreme, and when a large number of eyes gathered again, she showed a silly smile, "Hehehe."
Zach is naturally firmly on Madison's side now. In the long run, victory belongs to Madison. The only thing Morris can enjoy is trying his best to ridicule Madison.
"If there are people who are satisfied with the level of elementary school composition, please feel free to stay here, no one will care." Morris looked away from Madison and continued his speech, "Others, let us upgrade together. . After mastering enough words and acquiring most of the ways of combining words, basic education is upgraded to intermediate education. This is the moment when the composition requirements are upgraded from 100 words to 300 words."
As Morris glanced again, Madison began writing a new note to Zach, 'I hope you noticed that West wasn't here. '
'I found it. 'Zach replied.
"What are the extra 200 words? Does anyone remember what the teacher asked you to write when the hair started to grow around your penis?"
There's nothing wrong with admitting it. Some people just like this mean teaching style. In this adult class that treats adolescence as a joke, someone actually responded to Morris's interaction, "I remember~ my teacher asked us to summarize, a truth, an inspiration, a lesson, no matter what you wrote, edit I have to make one up too~"
The shills who were lured here in order to compete with those vocational courses have already had an effect. Those listeners who had no impression of Zach began to be led to echo, "Remember what we all wrote about personifying the seasons, and we have to give them four seasons." Assign personalities and then choose one to be your role model? Hahaha~" "There are also animal anthropomorphisms~" "Flowers~"...
As Madison continued writing the note, Mr. Morris began tapping on the blackboard. While managing the classroom order, "Let's not be too greedy. We can explain the anthropomorphic writing technique in detail in future formal courses." Speaking super fast, "The registration form is already in everyone's drawer, and we are interested in formal learning." People can fill out the registration form now.”
At least a third looked in their drawers. Hahaha, guess how many of these one-thirds are shills.
Morris tapped the blackboard again, "Let's just use this example that's already here. Who would like to volunteer to add the remaining 200 words after this complete incident. "The adolescent joke has not been spared," I hope that when you grow hair, there is still a clean place in your mind for your mother who accompanies you to the carnival." As mean as ever.
Someone took the initiative. Zach couldn't tell whether this person was a shill or not, "I'll give it a try. Well, if it were me at that time, I would probably write next... Well, I will cherish this happy day very much, because I usually When I was in school, I spent most of my life with my friends, and I would cherish every family activity~" The man also looked around to find the same feeling, and some people nodded in agreement, obviously encouraging him, "Because everyone Children all know that one day they will leave their parents, and in a few years, the opportunity to go to the carnival with their mother will no longer exist.”
Madison's note was finally written and pushed to Zach's side.
'She (Ms. West) has destroyed all her studies and now the only thing she is writing about is the Vega affair. I was with her when Morris called to invite her, and she asked Morris not to call her again. She told Morris that she had given up writing. '
Zach pursed his lips, what is this, a primary school student's composition, time, place, characters, events, and then the summary of this event, uh, 'principles, inspirations, lessons...' Do you want Zach to do it himself
Morris on the podium nodded with satisfaction. After people sat down, he turned around and wrote on the blackboard, "Theme, cherish the time spent with mother." He did not continue to show off his handwriting, and wrote in summary what he had just said. What people said, "This is the added requirement for intermediate writing. After a thing is expressed in words, it must have a theme!" I saw Madison coming here again, "Otherwise, it is meaningless. !”
Zach was replying to Madison's note, regardless of how Madison continued to act like a shill, 'So? Are you trying to tell me that West is now focused on shaping the reality of Western society? You can say it directly on the phone, or you can say it in tomorrow's work report. '
Of course, the speech will not stop just because there is a note passing from the audience below who is deserting. Morris, "Let us continue to advance your education. When the 300-word requirement becomes 800. Let me see, before your biological instincts begin to release, you all become obsessed with which boy is the most handsome and which girl is more beautiful." Beautiful period..." From adolescence to young age, which can be roughly understood as high school. "Do you still remember what your teacher taught you?"
Now, the whole classroom is quiet. It seems that boys and girls of any era are the same. They don't listen to their teachers and are obsessed with "self-expression." Morris said it himself.
Morris turned around and wrote on the blackboard, "Theme? No!" He crossed out the theme he just wrote, "The theme that you teenagers can come up with, huh, no one cares! Everyone knows every The children will grow up and leave home, and no one will be interested in seeing another person’s daily family life!” Morris looked back at the adult students who were listening attentively...
Of course, there are two of them, making small moves.
Zach was reading Madison's reply: 'I will never give you the manuscript of the Vega incident again. I promised West not to share the story she wrote. I think it's better to tell you in person than on the phone. respect. 'Respect is bolded.
Zach frowned and looked at Madison, then directly drew a question mark on the note. Follow Madison's example and make it bold and black.
"Is anyone willing to try it?" Morris asked for interaction again.
"Me." Madison stood up. Zach interpreted this as Madison avoiding the real question, "I started, can I continue?" to Morris.
The mean teacher on the podium snorted, said nothing, and gestured casually with his hand.
"Compared with what the friend said about cherishing it." Madison also looked in which direction specifically. They were all adults. Madison nodded politely, "I will express it. It is probably the opposite of him. It's not that I don’t cherish the memories of going to the carnival with my mother, but I feel sad. Think about it, wouldn’t it be better to go to the carnival with your friends, the boys and girls you like, rather than going to the carnival with your mother? In elementary school At that time, I might have thought it would be pleasant to go with my mother, but when I am sixteen or seventeen years old?" Madison also imitated another person's approach and looked around to find the same feeling, "I probably won't find it pleasant anymore, I probably The whole process was humiliating.”
It worked well, and some people echoed it.
Morris was obviously unhappy that someone was taking over the rhythm of Madison, but after all, this was also his rhythm. "This gentleman can sit down." He interrupted Madison and then took over, "Yes, that's it. , the focus of writing in the advanced stage is self-expression. I have seen some people agree with this, right? Along with your physiology, there is also your self. The purpose of writing ranges from narrative to imposition A universal summary of values, to the point where it becomes an expression of one’s own thoughts..." Morris left the blank blank, and then said, "It didn’t stop." He turned around coolly, "Advanced writing." After writing these words on the blackboard, "A description of the return event after self-expression. Who would like to try it?"