"Teaching a big class to the entire first grade?" Fang Yan asked with surprise on his face.
He is no stranger to the large class model. Moreover, this way of teaching classes is very common in universities. Find a large lecture theater and bring students from several classes of the same grade together for unified teaching. Save professors’ time and labor costs.
However, Suzaku is a senior high school, not a university. Fang Yan knew exactly what it was like to take a big class in university.
Free and informal, with a very high sign-in rate and very few actual attendees. Few students are studying seriously.
University is more about cultivating students' self-discipline and divergent thinking - for example, whether to get up at ten o'clock or eleven o'clock in the morning, for example, whether to eat braised eggplant or casserole rice noodles for lunch today, for example, and next door Should the two idiots in the dormitory put stickers on their faces or let them shout xx I love you towards the girls' dormitory across the street -----xx Most of them are not good-looking internet celebrities.
If the big class mode is started in high school in advance, and students are suddenly liberated from the high-pressure state, can they still regain their original intention and focus on studying seriously
"Yes." Zhang Shaofeng nodded seriously. "First, your Fang's teaching method has begun to bear fruit 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. Consider it a pilot in advance. . Second, we can completely kill the idea of students’ parents who frequently engage in activities and unstable students who want to jump from other classes to Class 9-----the big class model, treating everyone equally, what else is there to jump to?”
"I teach a big class for the whole grade. What will the other Chinese teachers in the first-grade Chinese group do?" Fang Yan asked aloud. Obviously, this is an offending job.
Fang Yan gives a big class to all first-grade students. How can other Chinese teachers feel embarrassed
"They still serve as the Chinese teachers of each class. You have four major classes a week, and the other time the Chinese teachers of each class lead the students to study. There is not much change from before. It is like writing a novel, you do Story outline, they lead students to write based on the story outline.”
"I think students may not be adaptable to this learning method------"
"Teacher Fang, when you just brought the students from Class 9 to Quehe to learn poetry, except for school director Lu Chaoge, all of us felt that the students were not suitable for that kind of learning method. Your behavior was—— -Nonsense. However, it turns out that our vision is still too shallow. You succeeded, you proved your worth------" Zhang Shaofeng, an old fox, insisted.
"Principal, our school does not have a classroom that can accommodate four to five hundred people-----" Fang Yan said. There are eleven classes in the first grade. Based on the forty students in each class, there are at least four to five hundred students. Although Suzaku High School is very wealthy, it never thought of preparing several lecture theaters for large classes during its construction.
"I have already thought about this issue. We have a school auditorium that can accommodate more than 200 people. We divide the eleven classes of students in half and lead half of the students to attend the class at a time."
"Principal, is this really appropriate?" Fang Yan asked uncertainly.
Zhang Shaofeng looked at Fang Yan with firm eyes and said, "Teacher Fang Yan, what are you worried about? I'm not worried, so what are you worried about? You won't know if it's suitable or not if you give it a try? I believe you can succeed. And , if you succeed----you will become the number one person in the entire flower world high school. If the effect is not obvious, we can just cancel the class. There will not 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 for night study time on Monday and Friday respectively--after all, we can't delay the normal class time during the day."
"Principal." Fang Yan's eyes widened. Doesn’t this make you work overtime? "You just said that School Director Lu just wants me to do my job well. I can't arrange too many tasks -----"
"Yes. That's what I said. However, School Director Lu also told me to actively cooperate with you in promoting Fang's teaching method - look, School Director Lu is really partial to you. Ah. She didn’t call this teaching method the Suzaku Teaching Method, but she placed all the honors on you alone. Teacher Fang Yan, you shouldn’t do more work to repay School Director Lu for his kindness to you. Love?"
"-------"
Zhang Shaofeng took a sip of the tea cup and said with a smile: "Teacher Fang, we will give you an appropriate tuition fee."
"Principal Zhang, I don't become a teacher for money, I just like to be with students-----"
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In the warm sunshine of the afternoon, the wind blew through the rows of tall and sturdy poplar trees. The branches and leaves swayed loudly, and one or two leaves separated from the mother body and flew in the air. They may be afraid, but they have gained freedom and the sky and ocean.
There was laughter and laughter on campus, students gathered in small groups to chat and talk, some were playing football in the playground and some were singing in the woods.
This kind of time is quiet, beautiful, and refreshing.
"This life will soon no longer belong to us." Jiang Qin sighed. There was regret and reluctance on his face.
"But we will have a more exciting life." Yuan Lin said. "Everyone will leave. It's just that we will leave early ----- have you thought about it? We are in No. 26 Middle School, and our studies are not the best in the school. Frankly speaking, we don't like studying at all. .”
"Although we promised Teacher Fang that we would be admitted to Zhuque High School in the future and enter the class he teaches. But, 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? School scores How many are better than us?"
"So what if we get into Suzaku? We compete with more and better students. Study Chinese, study mathematics, history, study English, study courses we don't like and may not need at all - after graduating from high school Entering college, what will you do after college? Have you ever thought about it? What will you do after 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 is still one year left for the high school entrance examination, four years for high school, and four years for college. There are at least nine years left to waste. In the past, of course we didn't have to think about things after nine years. We would just go to class or skip classes as before. How great would it be to go shopping or sing without any worries? But now that there is a huge opportunity in front of us, we have to think about it."
"I like singing, and so do you. We went to learn vocal music, guzheng, flute, dulcimer - do you remember? Last time we walked to the door of Fuhao Building, you saw a dulcimer teacher recruiting students , you said you really want to go to school, but the fee is 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 have always found it strange that your family's conditions are so good, why do you have to be a star? Even if I can't study at Suzaku, you can still find a way to get in. Even if I can't find it after graduating from college, You don’t have to worry about problems like this when it comes to work—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. Therefore, I want to be a different person from them. A person different from many, many people in this world. When Americans mention Chinese Kung Fu, they will think of Bruce Lee. When they mention Chinese Kung Fu, they will think of Bruce Lee. When I play guzheng, I will think of Yuan Lin—isn’t this something that makes people proud and worth paying 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--"
"It will definitely happen." Yuan Lin said firmly.
At this moment, someone shouted: "Be careful."
Snapped!
A football flew over and hit Jiang Qin in the chest.
Jiang Qin screamed "Oh!" and backed away repeatedly, almost being knocked to the ground by the football.
A boy ran over quickly, looked at Jiang Qin with panic on his face, and said, "Classmate, are you okay? Classmate, did I hurt you?"
Jiang Qin clutched his chest and couldn't speak. Yuan Lin stood up to defend his good friend and shouted: "Hey, how do you play football? The goal is so big, and you just kick it on others. Are you sick?"
"Sorry, sorry-----" the boy apologized desperately. "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. I--I'll take her to the infirmary to have a look."
Yuan Lin looked at Jiang Qin and said, "Would you like to go and have a look?"
Jiang Qin shook his head and said, "No need."
The boy was anxious and said, "Classmate, let's go and take a look. What if you're injured somewhere? Can I go with you and take a look?"
"No need." Jiang Qin glanced at the boy and said.
"Then I'll write down your mobile 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 man is very handsome, with thin cheeks and long eyelashes.
Clean and polite, with the shyness that a student should have on his face.
The upper body is a snow-white shirt, black pants, and a pair of white Converse canvas shoes on the feet.
Seeing the scrutinizing eyes of the two girls, the boy's face suddenly turned red.
"Well, I----I just want------"
"I'm sorry." Jiang Qin interrupted him and said, "That's really not necessary."
The boy looked sad, nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I----"
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away quickly.
"Cai Lian from Class Seven, he likes you-----" Yuan Lin said.
Jiang Qin looked up at the clouds in the sky and sighed softly in his heart.
You wore a white shirt that I like, but I can only say I'm sorry.
(ps: Lao Liu's public WeChat ID: liuxiahui(. You can also find it by searching for 'Liu Xiahui'. In a few days, real-life versions of pictures of Fang Yan, Jiang Qin, Qin Yitian, Ye Wenrou and other characters will be released on the WeChat public platform. .So, please pay attention to avoid missing the exciting parts.)