Campus Story: Let the teacher fall a hundred times

Almost all my life, I have always been in school, studying at various levels of teacher training, and working in either a normal school or a teacher training college. It seems that I am destined to deal with basic education. Therefore, when I later After arriving at Robert Gordon University in the UK, although I was doing research in information science, my mind often wandered out of the computer room window, and I always thought of visiting primary and secondary schools in the UK.

Finally one day, I found time to find the District of Columbia Department of Education in the suburbs of Aberdeen. I was greeted by a kind male elder. After hearing my intentions, he said that every school has a public day, you can inquire about the specific day, on that day you can visit any place in the school, and you can also attend the principal's work meeting. I said that I not only want to visit, but also to participate in the study, to be a primary school or middle school student. My wish obviously took the old gentleman by surprise. He wondered for a moment, then asked me if I wanted to take "GCSE" or "A Level" (the highest qualifications for secondary school in Scotland and England, respectively, required for university entrance). I came fully prepared and immediately presented all the identification documents I had with me, explaining that I was working in education in China and wanted to experience basic education in the UK, which would help my research. My earnest request moved the old man. He advised me to write a formal application and attach my personal supporting documents. Things moved quickly, and about 20 days later I received a letter from the District of Columbia Department of Education informing me that I could be contacted either Libem Elementary or Powys Sekel Secondary, not far from where I lived. The next day, I received another letter from Mr. Hogg, the principal of Libem Primary School, saying that he could receive me next Friday afternoon.

When the appointed day came, I followed the map and walked two blocks south to find Libem Elementary School. School is located along the road. The United Kingdom is a country without walls. It is as big as the Ministry of Defense and Admiralty in St. James's Square in London, the Parliament on the Thames River, and as small as all the countless banks. The only walled place in the UK is probably the elementary school, but it is just a high iron fence, the purpose is to keep the children safe and prevent them from running to the road outside the school. Inside the iron fence is a small playground paved with very finely crushed rubber crumbs, with colored circles, hexagonal stars and various lines painted on it. On the other side of the playground is a three-story building. After entering the building, I found that it is a building surrounded by four sides, with a large patio garden in the middle, and white benches in the garden. On the other side of the building, there is a large lawn where children are playing football happily.

Campus Story: Let the teacher fall a hundred times

After a 15-minute conversation, the principal, Mr. Hogg, who is about fifty years old, arranged for me to be an assistant to the English teacher Catherine in the fifth grade class, attending every two weeks An English class, you can sit in and assist Catherine in her work, but don't lecture. Catherine is in her thirties, with large eyes and gray-blue pupils, is a meticulous person to work. There are only 20 students in the class, 11 girls and 9 boys. There are no cadres such as monitors in the class, but almost everyone participates in various small clubs or activity groups, such as football clubs and art activity groups. The school has dozens of clubs and activity groups.

The primary and secondary education in the UK, like universities, has been free to set courses for a long time. It was not until the Congress passed the "Education Reform Act" in 1988 that the Elementary schools must offer at least 10 courses prescribed by the state, including mathematics, English, science, history, and art. Last year, three courses were added, including information processing. In the UK, there are so many teaching materials for each course, but neither the government nor the school stipulates what kind of teaching materials teachers must use; and the teachers themselves do not have the habit of only following one textbook. What to teach in class and how to teach are all up to the teacher. Arranged by myself, so that the same subject in the same grade in the same school, as long as the teacher is different, the content taught will be different. It is really dazzling. The school system in the UK is also diverse and complex. Generally speaking, public primary schools provide education for schoolchildren aged 5-11, while private primary schools serve children aged 4-12. Before 1999, examinations were banned in primary schools. Under Blair's reforms, schoolchildren are now assessed twice, at ages 7 and 11, on logic, intellectual development and a handful of subjects. There is no high school in the UK, and students leave primary school and enter secondary schools with a general meaning - "secondary schools". The UK implements a mandatory compulsory education system from 5 to 16 years old. You are not allowed to leave middle school and play truant before you reach the age of 16. Otherwise, according to the "Education Act Amendment" promulgated in 1972 and several other laws and regulations, parents will be held accountable. In severe cases, parents will be sent to court or be deprived of custody of their children .

Each class in a British primary school has about 20 students, unless in special areas such as islands and mountainous areas, generally no more than 30 students. In the lower and middle grades, a multi-talented teacher is responsible for the teaching of each course. The teacher spends almost all day in the classroom learning and playing games with the children. In the fifth and sixth grades, there are only as many professional teachers in a class stand up.

After I walked into the classroom with Catherine, I found that there were no such desks as in Chinese schools, only five short and large desks. Four people sit at a table, two people sit face to face; there is a blackboard that can be pushed up and down in the classroom, but there is no podium, the floor is covered with carpets, and the walls around are covered or hung with funny pictures and various kinds of students. A strange model. I first introduced myself and asked if you would allow me to study with you here. The students were very excited and welcomed them. Then each classmate introduced himself one by one. A boy said that he was the future world boxing champion Tom; a girl said that he was Sophia the cat who could sing; another boy was more "modest" and said that he was just Harry admirers of Son. I didn't know who Harrison was, so he explained that he wasAn omnipotent explorer and great detective.

A week later, Catherine called and asked me to deliver a large cardboard box for next week's class. I delivered the big carton to Catherine's office that afternoon. The office is very large, and there are more than 20 teachers working here. Catherine took the cardboard box and took me to the teaching aid production room a few doors away. It is a medium-sized handicraft workshop here, with pliers, wrenches, measuring squares, hammers, screwdrivers, knives, glue bottles, colored plastic sheets piled up on two huge workbenches...the walls are covered with various European-style carpenter's hands Planes, handsaws, squares, beads of size and whatnot. Here, I met Mr. Bowman, a burly science teacher. This is a genius who is not good at words, but is ingenious and can create miracles omnipotently in the teaching aid workshop and laboratory. Whenever teachers ask him for teaching aids, etc., he almost never refuses, and often makes you very moved by his works. Catherine asked me to change the lid to a trap door and cut a hole in one side. In less than a quarter of an hour, I had completed my task and went back to wait for the next lesson.

A week later, on Thursday morning, I came to the classroom on time. The big cardboard box was on a table. The theme of this lesson is questioning and imagining. Catherine took something out of a big plastic bag and put it into a big cardboard box. After closing the box door, she asked a girl to come up and put her right hand into the box hole, and asked everyone to ask what was in the box. You can ask if it has corners, if its feet are not round, and so on. The female student was also not allowed to tell everyone what was touched. The students could only ask questions one after another to finally figure out what was in the box.

Immediately, the students came up with endless questions, "Does this thing have a tail?" "No." "Does it have legs?" "No." "Has an antenna Is it?" "No." "Is it soft to the touch?" "No." "Is it hard?". "I think so." "Is it chocolate?" "No." "Is it an apple?" As a rule, all the edible things Catherine brought into the classroom were never taken out of the classroom. "How many protrusions are there?" "There is a very protruding part." Catherine kept prompting to ask questions in order from the shape, surface and other aspects, and gradually delineated what this thing is. It's a pity that no one finally guessed what it was. So, Catherine took this mysterious thing out of the carton, and the students discovered that it was just a milk jug with a handle. Later, Catherine changed her approach and asked Sophia to put her hand into the cardboard box to describe the local features of the newly replaced hidden objects one by one. The rest of the students drew the object that refused to show up easily based on Sophia's description on paper. Sophia is very careful, she said that this thing has a tail, the tail is thinner than the legs, the four legs are very long, the ears are small, the hair on the head, there are too many hairs to count... When everyone finished their homework, each put Hold your homework up high for everyone to appreciate.It's amazing, a boy drew a big lion with shaggy fur, but the legs are thin and long; a girl drew a puppy, and painted beautiful red rouge on its cheeks. The paintings of other students are not inferior, forming a strange zoo. The students were overjoyed. Finally, when Catherine took out the toy monkey hidden in the cardboard box, everyone laughed even more, because no one had drawn it.

The communal life at Libeham Primary School is rich and varied, with a weekly game or story feature. The ones I remember are Confidence Week, Fraternity Week, Honesty Week, Tolerance Week, Green Week, Burns Week, Craft Week, Partnership Week, and so on. The spirit of each week is also reflected in part of the teaching content. Later, I also participated in activities such as assisting Catherine to lead the students to visit a seal farm and writing the composition of "A Person I Didn't Know Before". The children interviewed the owner of the grocery store, the caretaker of the old people's apartment, the park ranger, the housewife, the visitor at the church, the member of the cricket association, etc., in order to complete the composition.

My last lesson at Libem Elementary School was to attend the end-of-year school-wide teacher-student-parent get-together. It was a sunny day, and dozens of colorful butterfly-shaped balloons rose up on the school lawn. Parents, teachers and students all gathered on the lawn with smiles. Mr. Hogg, the principal, stood in the middle of the lawn and delivered a speech, expressing his heartfelt thanks to all the parents He also praised many good children who study hard and have excellent moral character, and introduced the school's plan for the next year, and then the entertainment activities that parents, teachers and students participated in. Accompanied by loud bagpipes, the children danced traditional Scottish dances.

One of the activities that surprised me the most was "Let the most hated teacher fall a hundred times". Gymnastics cushions are laid in the middle of the grass, up to 30 meters long. Many students knelt on both sides of the mat, facing each other and pulling dozens of ropes across the mat. At this time, the teacher who presided over the party asked the students to nominate the three teachers they hated the most, and let them cross the dozens of roadblocks from one end of the mat to the other end of the mat. Several students in the sixth grade crowded in front of the microphone to call for Mr. Bowman to come out, and students from another class called for Miss Weiss to come out. Amid the applause of the people, the two teachers came out with a smile, and practiced warm-up exercises by squatting and twisting, ready to give it a try. But there was still one missing, and the young assistant principal, Mr. Mike, and a male parent volunteered to come forward. As soon as the whistle sounded, the four of them stepped onto the pad one by one, as if walking on waves, swaying forward. The cushions are made of thick soft sponge. It is not easy to stand still, and it is even more difficult to run forward. As a result, under the interception of the tripping ropes that should not exceed the height of the knees, they fell one after another and turned backwards and forwards, in a panic. Mr. Mike's leather shoes were thrown far beyond the pavement. He got up and ran with one bare foot. He tripped after just two steps. Got on Bowman, who was the first to start, and he was the firstreached the end. Miss Weiss was very clever. After being tripped a few times, she simply stopped getting up and rolled forward on the sidewalk. She turned from the last starter to the second runner-up to reach the finish line. All the onlookers were all laughing for it. Everyone shouted, not only supporting the children, but also encouraging the runners, which became the climax of the party.

Afterwards, Catherine said that every year, she must find a way to let those children who feel wronged have a quick way to vent. The next school year, I went to Powys Sekel Secondary School to experience life in another student world. The boys and girls there are also sunshines full of youthful vigor. And the teachers there are also loyal messengers who spread knowledge, wisdom and noble care to young human beings.

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