Embarrassing life

In fact, before I chose to enter this school, I was well prepared to bear the heavy work pressure, he made up his mind to prepare lessons and correct homework day and night, and even decided to spend all his time and energy to be a successful teacher. But what happened afterwards was totally beyond my expectation. At first, I received the task of drafting the relevant materials of the school fragmentary, perhaps to show my absolute obedience to the work arrangement, or to gain a firm foothold in this new working environment with a skill, maybe there was something to show off, so it seemed to be extremely hard, with a sharp head and exhausted mind. It turned and turned in the leader’s mind, searching for the dead intestines and trying to write the article reasonably, people read comfortable. The result of such efforts is that the task of receiving materials becomes more and more frequent, and sometimes I have to stop my own work including preparing lessons and correcting homework in class, and the instinctive work of eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, specially write those disposable words. It was already very late when I felt that it was difficult for me to take care of several aspects of work and to get away from the simple starting point where I was a good teacher. Tough rejection or any prevarication was no longer as simple as disobeying the work arrangement. Later, I ran around to find the printing department to spray countless promotional display boards, pictures and words on the display boards, graphic Design naturally became the stage for me to show my talent again. Of course, these efforts also gained some praise, praise and admiration. Once upon a time, they became an expert figure, because sometimes even a painting hanging on the wall of the toilet, I need to design and make a few words by myself. Every day I was so busy that I walked home like a group of soft dishes. It was hard to avoid complaining. At this time, my wife had a very classic saying: A slave is a talent! I don’t know whether it is mocking or comforting. In short, my heart is not feeling. After several years of tossing, sometimes thinking carefully, the idea of being a successful teacher is still so strong, especially every time when facing his mediocre teaching results, besides that kind of desire, there is also deep guilt for students and themselves. Because being a good teacher is, after all, the conscience that I have always adhered to for more than 20 years since I was admitted into a normal university! Once upon a time, whenever the principals and directors gave me tasks such as writing materials, a nameless fire rose in my heart. Sometimes I couldn’t help venting: I am not working! Why should I write those materials? Indeed, I don’t even have the rank of office secretary or officer till now. My official identity is a science teacher of two classes in grade two of senior high school, it undertakes the same teaching tasks as other teachers. But after the fire came out, what should I do and what should I do? The materials were not written less at one time. However, it was a bad reputation that only when I was determined did I let go. The teasing of the leaders after meeting revealed their dissatisfaction with me, and also showed their greatest tolerance of adults regardless of scumbags. Now, I am so busy, and it seems that I am becoming numb day by day. Unexpectedly, I just want to finish the work at hand as soon as possible, one after another, and don’t let these trivial things bother me. During the day, I prepared lessons and corrected my homework. I had a little spare time between classes, smoking, drinking tea, talking to others about NBA, Saddam and so on. Coming home from work is the hardest time for me. My body stooped into a lobster and buried myself in front of the computer, from my exhausted mind, I dug out the words for leaders or units to consume one time one by one until late at night; Sometimes my head seemed to be filled with mud, so I had to endure hard until dawn. If a thief wants to attack my home at night, he may need to be more patient than me, because in the community where I live, the whole building, even the whole community, only the lights in my window often stay out all night. There was a man, a teacher, who blushed his eyes and was doing a job unrelated to teaching without sleep and food. That was his hard work in his embarrassing life. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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