In the early morning of July 5, 1991, the Yutong bus that Changwu Xingping came to pick up students was parked in front of the teaching building of Teachers College, and the bus that picked up students in Binxian County hasn't come yet. At that time, there was a shortage of teachers in mountainous areas. According to the docking between the Department of Education of Teachers' College and the education bureaus of counties, all counties concentrated on receiving the fresh graduates from that year to return home from 14 to 15. After returning home, the county education bureaus will organize the on-the-job registration. At this point, after three years of hard work and hard training, the freshmen of Grade 88 have completed the courses and skills they should learn, embarked on the society, and began to preach and teach. Because our students graduated in the early summer of 1991, they are also called the' 91 graduates.

As soon as this day came, it was drizzling, so I had a simple breakfast, and gave the rest of the meal tickets, dishes and odds and ends that I didn't need to take away to my junior schoolmates who came to see me off, or to my fellow villagers who came to see me off at the Provincial Coal School and the Provincial Finance School next to the Teachers College. At that time, I gave my beloved "Baoshihua" brand radio, which won the award for my sophomore film review, to a fellow villager who was studying in a finance school as a historical witness of his classmates' friendship. Get the diploma, pack your bags, come to the front yard and wait for the county to pick up the bus and return home.

(3) ups and downs of working life

On that day, the county sent two cars to pick up our 38 graduates. A Yutong bus takes people, and a Jiefang car comes to salute. Thirty-six of our classmates took the bus and returned to the North Street Education Bureau around 2 pm. I signed up in the humble office of the Education Bureau dripping with rain, filled in the registration book, and waited patiently for our luggage. At this time, the weather changed suddenly, and it began to rain cats and dogs. Dozens of people got together, went in and out, complained bitterly, and kept cursing the sky and the ground, the salute car and the Education Bureau. Some female students who can't sit still are walking back and forth on the uneven brick floor of the bureau office, which makes people nervous; An older boy, smoking seven cents of "sheep" cigarettes one after another, makes people itch. During the more than three hours from entering the Education Bureau to returning from the salute car, the whole organ of the Education Bureau was very unfriendly and indifferent to us to the extreme. The self-righteous talents were precious to us and were greatly insulted. The leading officers in the bureau, like mummies, turn a blind eye to us as air. In the face of our wet mess and poor situation, no one came to ask for help. Several of our students with big tempers shouted at the injustice and anger in their hearts. This scene, until the arrival of the salute car, came to an end.

? At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, my classmate Yang Cheng and other two students arrived at the Education Bureau in a salute car. Because they were sitting in the trunk of the open-top car, they were hit by a heavy rain when they walked in Liquan, and the tarpaulin on the car was blown up, and five centimeters of rain accumulated in the trunk. During the driving process of the car, the accumulated water in the trunk washes away the luggage in the trunk from time to time, and the luggage such as bundles of bedding and books is soaked in the rain, and the whole trunk is swaying like a broken boat moving forward in the wind and rain. Yang Cheng they were drenched, soaked clothes, tightly wrapped around their bodies below the neck, and wrapped them like two sturdy banana trees with sharp corners. Thin wet hair clings to the rain-washed head, and water drops keep ticking down. At this time, Yang Cheng was expressionless, his glasses were tilted on his face, and two sports shoes were hung around his neck with shoelaces, and his image was in a state of confusion.

before the bus stopped, a group of people rushed in and began to sort luggage out in the rain. Because there was no unified command, the scene of unpacking was very chaotic, and it took more than 1 hours to unload all the luggage. Faced with the bedding and book boxes filled with rain, the girls were at a loss, so they called out from the bureau office and called their families or migrant workers for help. When it was dark, we students who were tossed by the wind and rain left the Education Bureau with a full stomach of humiliation and exhaustion. The huge yard finally quieted down and was in a mess everywhere. Some scattered cardboard boxes containing books were thrown into the stagnant water in the yard at sixes and sevens, telling the people living in this courtyard the sorrow of being abandoned. No one can predict the fate of us. Waiting for us will be those powerful people who are in charge of the education in this ancient county. They are a group of cold-blooded mechanical traders with rigid ideas. They will definitely not care about our feelings. They will arrange us to the place they think is the most suitable according to traditional methods. This is the harsh real society, and even if a hundred of us are unwilling, we must be willing to surrender and claim it. At this moment, I remembered a sentence that teacher Wang Junmin told me when I left school, "When you return to society, you should pinch your tail and be a man. There is no place that will protect you like a school. " Teacher Wang's insightful advice, like an old lady's earnest exhortation to her daughter who is about to marry far away, is sad and unforgettable.

Time flies. It has already arrived on August 21th, and the summer study meeting of primary and secondary schools in the county has begun. Except for a few related students, most of our students were assigned to teach in junior middle schools in their respective towns by the Education Bureau according to their addresses and places of origin.

I am from Quanjiaqiao, Yongping. Naturally, I took the distribution document and reported it to my hometown Yongping Middle School, and started my eight-year teaching career.

I wanted to sign up here, take a semester or two, leave, and go to town for another development. Who knows that this land, like a magnet, has firmly attached my inexperienced feet to it, and it is difficult to move one step at a time, which has kept me in touch with the flowers and trees here for eight years. I have gone through two stages of teaching in Yongping Plain. The first stage was in Yongping Middle School. From August 1991 to July 1994, I started teaching here for three years. Because I was not liked by the principal, I always taught classes in Grade One and Grade Two. The second stage is divided into two periods, with a total of five years. First, I taught Chinese for the third-year graduating class in Han family for nine years. From August 1994 to July 1997, it took three years. Here, I was highly cared for by the township party committee and government, and won the first place in the third grade Chinese entrance examination in the county in 1995. Later, he was rehired to teach in Yongping Middle School, from August 1997 to March 1999, for two years. Before the end of March 1999, I was seconded to the Education Unit of the County Education Bureau to engage in secretarial writing and secondary education management. This secondment, I was fully affirmed by the main leaders and competent leaders of the Education Bureau with good writing style, shouldered the mission of writing materials in the bureau, left the three-foot platform for eight years, and began my career of abandoning teaching and entering politics. I started here, concentrating on writing, cultivating my self-cultivation, learning to deal with political circles, entering the real society, and socializing to enrich my rich experience and increase my knowledge.

Although the teaching time was not very long, it left me with many things to ponder. During this period, there was a fierce collision between old and new ideas, and even a situation of incompatibility. At that time, the principal of Yongping Middle School was a student of the deputy director in charge of education of the Education Bureau. He had been in power here for many years and had a lot of connections. Although this school leader's teaching level is acceptable, his methods are traditional, and he is not easy to accept new things. He is picky about us young students and often uses the mantra of "being trained" to call names. Yeah, we don't like it. Therefore, no matter how hard we try to teach and spend our time educating students in class, we will be squeezed out and suppressed, and we will never have a chance to evaluate the excellent tree model. When it comes to superior inspection, we will always be the target of criticism. In the long run, the anger accumulated in our hearts finally triggered a fierce ideological confrontation because the school used our salary to offset the arrears of the fruit forest special tax owed by the father of a colleague surnamed Chang.

? On the surface, the fuse of this incident is a contradiction caused by the unreasonable deduction of the salaries of 27 teachers in the whole school by the township party Committee to offset the special tax on fruit trees. In essence, it is a struggle caused by the long-term control and being controlled by school leaders and teachers. It stands to reason that it is natural for villagers to contract orchards to pay special taxes on fruit trees. However, for some reason, the headmaster agreed to the decision of the secretary of the township party committee with a rough style in his own name without consulting the teachers, and abruptly took away the teachers' three-month salary, which made us young people who just graduated with a monthly salary of 151 to 61 yuan suddenly unable to make ends meet. In this regard, the principal also raved at the weekly meeting, scolding us for not getting paid for teaching, and starving to death deserved it. We can't figure it out. We are people's teachers, organized and assigned, and we are not slaves. This is not Huang Shiren's home. It's only half a semester, how can we say that we can't teach results? We don't accept it. We think this is a typical feudal bullying behavior.

Through this incident, the contradiction between us and the school has deepened further, and the headmaster has started to make things difficult for us. I remember that at the end of the third year of my second year as a teacher, I took a test in the county, and my grades were all at the upper-middle level in the county. However, the principal always embarrassed me from preparing lessons from lesson plans and following classes at ordinary times, or even wrote articles about my class, such as "students are too active", "class activities are too much" and "students' grades are not true", and sometimes even punished students at will in class, which made me very passive. Although the teaching results of my class are always one or two in the same grade, my class has never been rated as an excellent class collective. This phenomenon continued until the opening day of the school sports meeting in June 1995, and it was changed. I clearly remember that the school sports meeting officially opened at nine o'clock that day. At about 8: 31 in the morning, a strong wind suddenly blew several big brands of iron frames of the sports meeting to several children who were playing under the rostrum. At this time, the flagpole next to the rostrum also fell in mid-air, and the lives of several children playing were at stake. At this time, I just went to the playground after going to the toilet. Seeing this scene, I ran and shouted, calling four or five students who were chatting on the playground to rush to the flagpole that fell obliquely and the big iron plate that was about to fall, and used the shovel to fill the sandpit and shovel the sand with the sports meeting, pushing the skewed iron plate and flagpole to one side, and several students quickly ran away from the accident site with their children in their arms. In the end, the flagpole and iron card that fell down knocked me to the ground, and my arm was badly injured, and the leg of a student in my class was firmly pinned down. The parents of the children who were saved afterwards thanked them for sending the pennant. At that sports meeting, my class was awarded the advanced collective of "Model Moral Education Model". My class and I, for a time, became the model of the whole school, which was extremely good. Due to the argument, the school leaders gave me a few lukewarm compliments at the meeting, but it sounded strange to me. I didn't know its real intention, so I just laughed. It was a comfort, and I didn't care.

On the eve of the final exam this year, the composition teaching research group of the municipal and county education bureaus came to our school, and asked to see my composition review and comment on the teaching plan. My second monk was puzzled and was very unhappy to give the composition teaching plan for three or four years to the research group together with the outstanding students' compositions in the class. After reading the teaching plans and student model essays I provided, I held a simple discussion, and the teaching and research group affirmed my composition evaluation. A week later, Xianyang Teaching Research promoted my composition teaching method in the whole city, and I once again became a small celebrity in my hometown middle school. However, the headmaster seemed unhappy. He never gave a positive affirmation at the meeting, and secretly said that I was "a showy, which would mislead people's children!" This kind of environment gives people a feeling of "dark clouds crush the city to destroy it", and the dignified and cold atmosphere on my face gives me unprecedented overload pressure, which makes me breathless and makes me often have the instinct to escape from school to survive. Imagine, in such an environment, how can I have a good mood to devote myself to teaching and educating people?

In the autumn of 1994, Binxian Education Bureau carried out the first round of teacher appointment system, and my head was bigger than a bucket, because before the summer vacation, President Li said at the meeting, "The right to recruit teachers this time belongs to the school. Some people, don't say that you teach well, I don't like them, and I don't want any. Whoever knows what the situation is, or find a way to find their own way out early. " I didn't take it to heart after listening to it, but it went in one ear and out the other, and I spent my summer vacation with peace of mind. On August 21th, the recruitment registration of Yongping Middle School ended, and several colleagues and I did not submit the application to the school. On the morning of the 21th, several applicants came from other towns and villages to fill the vacancy where we didn't submit the application. We have no jobs here at all.

after the recruitment in the county, according to the documents of the education bureau, there is only one result waiting for us, and that is: waiting for employment. To be hired is a teacher who is not wanted by all schools. The Education Bureau will fill the vacancy for all schools in a unified way, and the salary will be reduced by one level. If the next round of recruitment is still to be hired, then it is necessary to take care of it. I am the kind of person who is "dead mouse feels no cold". It doesn't matter, so I should eat and sleep. I know very well the truth that "the arm can't twist the thigh", and the power is in the hands of the headmaster. What can I do? I have to resign myself to fate and rest wherever it gets dark.

The recruitment of teachers in Yongping Middle School looks vigorous, but the actual candidates for teachers in our school are not ideal and the situation is not optimistic. We, the backbone of these disciplines, left seven or eight people at once. They are: Bai Wanyong and Math Che Mingli, who have the second grade Chinese, entered Chengguan Middle School; Li Bingyao and Cheng Ning, who took math in Grade Three, entered Binzhong; Zhao Hong, who takes English in Grade Three, is the principal's brother-in-law, and because they can't get along on weekdays, they went to Shuilian Middle School. Gao Xiang, a history teacher, simply jumped ship to work as a journalist in Yong expressway. And geography teacher Chang Junhong also went to town. This result was unexpected by the school. With so many key teachers gone, the faculty of the school has been seriously weakened. This year, because the original teachers of Chinese, English, Mathematics and Physics in Yongping Middle School were all transferred, the new teachers were all teachers to be hired by the newly-assigned schools of the County Education Bureau. The students couldn't accept it at once, and they didn't cooperate in class, so the teaching performance of all subjects plummeted. At that time, the county-wide final examination, the school's scores in three subjects, language, mathematics and English, were all in the lower reaches of the county, and the school leadership team was collectively interviewed by the Education Bureau and gave it to informed criticism. There is a lot of abuse in the society, and they are very dissatisfied with this recruitment. They all think that we good teachers have been squeezed out. For a period of time, the school was caught in an awkward situation. It can be seen that no matter where the education and teaching management is, it must be based on stability, and we must always grasp the general tone of "striving for progress in stability" in order to ensure the sustained and healthy advancement of education, to improve the overall quality of the two teams step by step, and to achieve a great improvement in the quality of education. This is the primary and minimum teaching strategy that any education and teaching manager should abide by. If anyone does not abide by this rule, he will be spurned by teachers and students, and he will be punished as he deserves.

“? Good people are safe all their lives, and mountains don't turn to water. " On August 23, I was respected by several leaders for the first time since I started teaching, which made me feel the honor of being a teacher. This morning, I just had breakfast and was drinking tea in the dormitory. At this time, three people came in and introduced themselves: they are Lan Senlin, secretary of the Party Committee of Hanjia Township, Liu Guodong, the head of the township, and Li Cunliang, the president of Hanjia's nine-year program. They invited me to come.