After half a month of intensive training after entering Xinjiang, I officially met with the fifth-grade students on September 22. The Alar sun made them as strong as potatoes.

In the first lesson of aiding Xinjiang, I played a video recorded on the Teachers’ Day of the rear school in the classroom. The beautiful school uniforms and rich dishes in the video made them extremely envious.

The first week was like playing whack-a-mole.

Forty or fifty little gophers were locked in a large "cage". Every few minutes they wanted to poke their heads out to see the outside world. Every small item within reach became hidden in the palm of their hands.

The treasure inside.

I had just been shocked by the pointer here, and the moment I turned around to write on the blackboard, there were a few little guys over there who couldn't talk anymore. At that time, I just regretted that the Creator didn't press two more eyes on the back of my head.

Every class started with the sound of the pointer and ended with my voice hoarse.

? On the afternoon of September 28, the Academic Affairs Office notified me to transfer to seventh grade. The moment I received the notice, I felt happy and naive as I was, thinking that I could finally say goodbye to these annoying little guys.

Little did I know that there was a group of more annoying guys waving at me.

Although I was fully prepared mentally, I found that the students were much worse than I thought. The first class that I had carefully prepared ended only halfway through.

I dictated a few words on the first day, but most of them failed, so I had to keep them after school. At 8:30, there were still a dozen children waiting for my dismissal order.

It was already 9 o'clock when I left school. On the way back to the dormitory, I was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally.

I set foot on this fascinating place with great hopes, but my dream was shattered by the cruel reality. I felt a sense of frustration that I had never experienced before, which made me a little unimaginable about the work that would follow for more than a year.

? With the implementation of the "double reduction" policy, the school does not allow teachers to dismiss foreign students from school.

In this way, every afternoon I watched these children who had not completed their tasks go home happily.

And after returning home, they are like unrestrained wild horses, able to have fun as much as they want.

One day, looking at the thin pile of homework books on the podium, I became so angry that I punished those who had not done their homework and stood up in class. Half the class of students stood up. I wanted to kill chickens and scare monkeys, but I didn't expect that a class

There are so many chickens in there.

As long as they are not embarrassed, I am the one who is embarrassed.

Even if the homework is handed in, there is no way to start. Correcting the homework is like washing dirty clothes. This batch is washed clean, but the next batch is still dirty.

In them, I see the shadow of my own childhood. Compared with mental work, we are more willing to "move bricks".

When I was in elementary school, my favorite voluntary labor was to work with the weeds. Unfortunately, the grass grew too slowly and the playground was too small, so we couldn’t do such a good thing once a month.

And good things like this happen every day here. Everyone rushes to do the work of carrying nutritious meals and cleaning before morning reading every day. Even though I frequently hinted them to finish cleaning early and participate in morning reading, they still held the mop and did not worry.

Slowly walking through the classroom filled with books, wiping the windows "meticulously".

Sometimes the first class has already started, and the children carrying nutritious meals and cleaning the place slowly wander in.

The classroom in winter was as warm as spring, and the sound from the loudspeaker was like a huge lullaby. I was extremely envious when I watched several children just a few feet away from me start to doze off, and then fall asleep soundly after struggling a few times.

I was often troubled by insomnia and turned into a master hypnotist in the classroom, which made me even more confused.

Since science and social studies are still taught in separate subjects, every day's classes are fully scheduled, leaving no time for students to ruminate on knowledge, and their stomach motility is obviously insufficient after returning home.

I was worried about their "indigestion", so I had to find every opportunity to help them digest knowledge during class breaks.

In the first month after taking over, I had to go to school early at noon almost every day to tutor students.

The extra class assigned to me by the head teacher was like a treasure, so I took it right away.

Sometimes, I have to take more than 20 classes in a week, and you can imagine the hard work during this period.

I have not practiced the ritual of starting and ending classes for many years. One morning when school was over, I inadvertently shouted "get out of class is over". The students stood up in unison and shouted, "Teacher, thank you for your hard work!" I heard The word "hard work" brought tears to my eyes. I quietly turned my face away and walked towards the door.

At that moment, I thought of those old mothers at the wedding banquet. Under the instigation of the wedding host, the son or daughter affectionately confessed to the mother, "Mom, you have worked hard!" The old mother suddenly remembered the hard work for so many years and burst into tears.

Lianlian.

The mid-term exam was held at the beginning of November. After the results came out, the teachers asked each other: "How many students in your class have passed?"? Those who can pass the exam are regarded as treasures by us.

Due to the cold weather, the winter vacation in Xinjiang started early. The final exam will be held in a few days, so there is a serious lack of review time.

I have been working hard here for three months, but I don’t know how much I can harvest.

But I believe that even if this is a saline-alkali land, after my improvement, some seeds will take root and sprout here, and there will always be some children who will not live up to my expectations.

When I see most of the children in the class slowly adapting to my all-English teaching method, and they no longer learn "dumb" English, I feel very happy.

In addition to normal teaching work, each of our teachers in Xinjiang also has the task of sending students and providing guidance.