Fang Yan stood on the podium, and the students applauded spontaneously.
"Thank you." Fang Yan bowed deeply to Taitung. "Thank us."
"Teacher Fang, what should I thank them for?"
"No, it's not my fault that they should thank me."
"Teacher Fang, am I back? They are really worried that I'm gone----"
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Fang Yan looked at the thirty-seven students walking in Taitung with a smile and said: "He used to have the same idea as us. Teachers only exist if they teach students their homework and solve their doubts. Teachers stand on the side of the giver - ---Deserves to be thanked and respected by students."
"After experiencing that incident, he knew whether his idea was wrong. Thanks to classmate Huang Haoran, and thanks to my journalist father for speaking out righteously. Thanks to Zhu Fang, and thanks to Zhu Fang's parents for sending a letter of thanks ----- there are many others The support of his classmates and everything they silently did for him. They are not only teachers and students, but also friends who can share joys and sorrows."
"If you want to be a friend, can he call me by my name?"
"No problem, we can call him Fang Yan." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Zu Zhong and Xi Hen are not reflected in the same title. "
"Teacher Fang, what did they learn in that class?"
"That's wrong. Can't they learn "Jing Ke Assasses the King of Qin"? Everyone pretends to be Jing Ke."
"He is pretending to be the King of Qin, let's all kill him. If we can't kill him----"
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In the past, it didn't matter what the teachers taught and what the students learned. Teachers are passive to teach and students are passive to learn. Rote learning bores each other. After experiencing Fang Yan's "scenario re-enactment teaching method", students began to actively ask to learn a certain text.
This is quite a gratifying change. If they can maintain that kind of motivation for learning, why worry about improving their grades
"They won't learn anything tomorrow." Fang Yan said with a smile. "In one class, they learned "Farewell to Cambridge" by the Que River. Can everyone write a "Farewell to Cambridge" based on the scene at that time? Although we are only in the first grade of high school now, no, we will one day Leave Zhuque and enter a higher institution to study. Let’s imagine how we will feel at that time, when I really want to leave Zhuque.”
"There is no limit on time and no limit on the number of words. As long as I think that I am most satisfied with the works, I can hand them over to him as homework. After he collects all our works, he will write those articles one by one. Read it out, and then everyone will select the three best works - the best work can be awarded the title of outstanding poet of Class 9, and can add one point to the Chinese transcript. Wrong, you can use that One point is exchanged for a chance to take leave from Chinese class. If we are not willing to listen to his lecture----"
"They are not willing to exchange for leave. Who is willing to take leave from Teacher Fang's class?"
"No. Please ask for leave and take other classes. For example, math class."
"Everyone has to vote for him. His works must be unique -----"
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After a few jokes, the students began to meditate.
Some of the quick responders have already started writing with pen and paper. More students lower their heads and meditate, looking for that aura called inspiration.
Two students even stood up from their seats and walked around the classroom, but Fang Yan ignored them.
Artistic creation should originally have no constraints or boundaries.
Fang Yan moved a chair to the back row, leaned against the wall and took a nap.
"It's so comfortable to be a teacher." Fang Yan sighed in his heart. Qiu Fu is very much at home now, are you afraid that your father will force you to practice kung fu again
I really can’t figure it out, I’m always getting frustrated every time I practice, so why do I want to keep practicing