"Teaching a large class to the entire first grade?" Fang Yan asked in surprise.
He is not unfamiliar with the large-class model. Moreover, this teaching method is very common in universities. Find a large lecture hall and gather students from several classes of the same grade together for unified teaching. This saves professors' time and labor costs.
However, Zhuque is a senior high school, not a university. Fang Yan knows exactly what it is like to take a large class in a university.
Free, undisciplined, high attendance rate but few students actually attending. Few students study seriously.
In college, what is more important is to cultivate students' self-discipline and divergent thinking - for example, whether to get up at 10 o'clock or 11 o'clock in the morning, whether to eat braised eggplant or casserole rice noodles for lunch, if you win the game of Landlord with the two idiots in the next dormitory, should you stick notes on their faces or let them shout "XX I love you" towards the girls' dormitory building opposite - most of XX are internet celebrities with ugly looks.
If large classes are started in high school in advance, students will be able to concentrate on studying seriously and be freed from the high-pressure situation.
"Yes." Zhang Shaofeng nodded seriously. "First, your Fang's teaching method has already achieved initial results in Class 9, and even Class 1 has been surpassed by you. If you want to promote it throughout the school, the large-class model is a very good choice. Just treat it as an early pilot. Second, we can completely kill the idea of students' parents frequently making activities and students' unstable minds wanting to jump from other classes to Class 9 - the large-class model treats everyone equally, so what's there to jump to?"
"I'm teaching the whole grade, what about the other Chinese teachers in the first grade Chinese group?" Fang Yan asked. Obviously, this is an offensive job.
Fang Yan teaches a large class to all the first-grade students. How do other Chinese teachers feel
"They are still the Chinese teachers of each class. You have four large classes a week, and the rest of the time the Chinese teachers of each class lead the students to study. It is not much different from before. It is like writing a novel. You make the story outline, and they lead the students to write according to the story outline."
“I think students may not be able to adapt to this way of learning------”
"Teacher Fang, when you just brought the students of Class 9 to Que River to learn poetry, except for Director Lu Chaoge, all of us felt that the students were not suited to that way of learning and that your behavior was - nonsense. However, it was proved that our vision was still too narrow. You succeeded, and you proved your worth------" The old fox Zhang Shaofeng was very persistent.
"Principal, our school doesn't have a classroom that can accommodate four or five hundred people." Fang Yan said. There are eleven classes in the first grade, and if each class has forty students, there are at least four or five hundred people. Although Suzaku High School is very wealthy, it never thought of preparing several tiered classrooms for large classes when it was built.
"I have already thought about this problem. We have a school auditorium that can accommodate more than 200 people. We can divide the students from the eleven classes into two halves and lead half of the students to attend classes each time."
"Principal, is this really appropriate?" Fang Yan asked uncertainly.
Zhang Shaofeng looked at Fang Yan firmly and said, "Teacher Fang Yan, what are you worried about? I'm not worried, so why are you worried? If you want to know whether it's suitable or not, you can try it. I believe you can succeed. And if you succeed, you will become the number one in the entire Huajie High School. If the effect is really not obvious, we can just cancel the class. There won't be any big loss. Right?"
"When is the big class scheduled?" Fang Yan asked.
"Oh, I've already prepared it for you. The four major classes are scheduled during the night self-study time on Monday and Friday. After all, we can't delay the normal class time during the day."
"Principal." Fang Yan's eyes widened. Isn't this asking me to work overtime? "You just said that Director Lu wants me to do my job well. Don't assign me too many tasks-----"
"Yes. I did say so. But Director Lu also told me to actively cooperate with you to promote Fang's teaching method. Look, Director Lu is really partial to you. She didn't call this teaching method Suzaku teaching method, but she gave all the honors to you. Teacher Fang Yan, shouldn't you do more work to repay Director Lu for her kindness to you?"
"------"
Zhang Shaofeng took a sip of tea from the cup and said with a smile: "Teacher Fang, we will give you appropriate tuition fees."
"Principal Zhang, I am not a teacher for the money, I just simply like being with students-----"
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In the warm afternoon sunshine, the wind blows through the rows of straight and sturdy poplars. The branches and leaves rustle, and one or two leaves break away from their mother and fly in the air. They may be afraid, but they have gained freedom and the sky and the ocean.
There is laughter and joy on the campus. Students gather in groups of three or five to chat, some are playing football on the playground, and some are singing in the woods.
Such time is quiet, beautiful and makes people feel cheerful.
"Such a life will soon no longer belong to us." Jiang Qin sighed, with regret and reluctance on his face.
"But we will have a more wonderful life." Yuan Lin said. "Everyone will leave. It's just that we will leave early. Have you thought about it? We are No. 26 Middle School. Our academic performance is not the best in the school. To be honest, we don't like studying at all."
"Although we promised Mr. Fang that we would take the entrance exam to Suzaku High School and enter his class, can we really do it? How many middle schools are there in this city? How many students are there in these dozens of middle schools? How many schools have better grades than us?"
"Even if we get into Suzaku, what does it matter? We are competing with more outstanding students. We have to learn Chinese, math, history, English, and courses that we don't like and may not even use. After graduating from high school, we will go to college. What will we do after graduating from college? Have you thought about it? What will you do after graduating from college?"
Jiang Qin looked at Yuan Lin in surprise and said, "Yuan Xiaolin, are you thinking too far ahead?"
"It's very far away. There's still one year left for the high school entrance exam, three years for high school, and four years for college. There are at least eight years left to waste. If it were in the past, we certainly wouldn't have to think about what would happen nine years later. It would be great to go to class or skip classes to go shopping or sing songs without worries, just like before. But now there's a huge opportunity in front of us, and we have to think about it."
"I like singing, and so do you. Let's learn vocal music, guzheng, flute, and yangqin. Do you remember? The last time we walked to the entrance of the Fuhao Building, you saw a yangqin teacher recruiting students. You said you wanted to learn, but the fees were too high. If Xia Tian is willing to help, we will become the best talents in this field. Isn't that great? Why can't we seize this opportunity?"
Jiang Qin looked at Yuan Lin and said, "I've always found it strange. Your family is so well off, why do you want to be a star? Even if I can't read Suzaku, you can still find a way to get in. Even if I can't find a job after graduating from college, you don't have to worry about such a problem - why do you want to be a star?"
"Because I want to be a different person." Yuan Lin said with a smile. "My father is a businessman, and my mother is also a businessman. So I want to be a different person from them. I want to be a different person from many people in this world. When Americans mention Chinese Kung Fu, they think of Bruce Lee. When they mention Guzheng, they think of Yuan Lin. Isn't this something that makes people proud and worthwhile to work for?"
Jiang Qin laughed and said, "It seems that you have made up your mind. I just don't know if you can convince your parents------"
"I definitely will." Yuan Lin said firmly.
Just then, someone shouted, "Be careful."
Snapped!
A football came flying and hit Jiang Qin in the chest.
Jiang Qin cried out "Ouch!" and stepped back repeatedly, almost being knocked to the ground by the football.
A boy ran over quickly, looked at Jiang Qin in panic, and said, "Classmate, are you okay? Classmate, are you hurt?"
Jiang Qin covered his chest and was unable to speak. Yuan Lin stood up for his good friend and shouted, "Hey, how do you play football? The goal is so big, but you always kick it at people. Are you sick?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-----" the boy apologized desperately. "I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't mean to do that. I--I'll take her to the infirmary."
Yuan Lin looked at Jiang Qin and said, "Do you want to go and take a look?"
Jiang Qin shook his head and said, "No need."
The boy was anxious and said, "Classmate, let's go and have a look. What if he's injured? Can I go with you to have a look?"
"No need." Jiang Qin glanced at the boy and said.
"Then I'll write down your cell phone number. Give me your number and I'll keep in touch with you at any time. If you have any questions, I'll come over immediately. Is that okay?" The boy looked at Jiang Qin expectantly.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were extremely sensitive and looked up at the boy at the same time.
The boy looks very delicate, with thin cheeks and long eyelashes.
Clean, gentle, with the shyness that a student should have on his face.
He wore a snow-white shirt, black pants, and a pair of white Converse canvas shoes.
Seeing the scrutinizing looks from the two girls, the boy's face suddenly turned red.
"Well, I -- I just want --"
"I'm sorry." Jiang Qin interrupted him and said, "It's really not necessary."
The boy looked sad, nodded, and said, "I'm sorry, I----"
Before he could finish his words, he turned around and ran away quickly.
"Cai Lian from Class 7, he likes you-----" Yuan Lin said.
Jiang Qin looked up at the clouds in the sky and sighed softly in his heart.
You wore my favorite white shirt, but I can only say sorry.
(Ps: Lao Liu’s public WeChat ID is liuxiahui28. You can also find it by searching for ‘刘下晖’ directly. In a few days, pictures of the real-life versions of Fang Yan, Jiang Qin, Qin Yitian, Ye Wenrou and other characters will be released on the WeChat public platform. So, everyone should pay attention to it to avoid missing out on the exciting parts.) (To be continued)