self-control scale

Luo Zijun looked at the torn homework books and banknotes on the table, his brows furrowed.

"You said, what's going on!"

There were three or four little boys with bruised noses and swollen faces standing in the office. The corners of their mouths were torn, their hair was torn in a mess, and someone lost a shoe. Standing in front of the teacher, their eyes were still tearing at each other, as if they wanted to crawl with blood. It is only reconciled to tearing him apart on the opponent.

What a deep hatred.

"He stole my bancoin!"

"I didn't steal!"

"You stole it! I had 130 yuan before, but I only have 50 yuan when I go out and pour some water!"

"I'm missing too...he stole it!"

"What evidence do you have!"

Luo Zijun gritted his teeth, his head was about to explode.When he patted the table, the plum blossom tea set on the table shook three times, so he hurried to touch it twice in a panic.

Ban currency is a way that the principal of this school came up with to stimulate students to study. Every day, whoever finishes their homework will be given one yuan according to the quality, and those who do well in the exam will also be given.It’s just that this is a virtual currency, which the teacher cuts out with colored paper and draws with colored pencils. If you save enough, you can go to the teacher to exchange for stationery or candies.

When the method was first introduced, all the children were gearing up with great enthusiasm, which really greatly improved the overall learning atmosphere.But after a long time, they get tired.It is not difficult to make progress in a short period of time. To them, it is tantamount to going to the blue sky to maintain these learning ends and the frequency of progress.

Because reading is a dispensable thing for them, and if there is no meaning, there is no goal.

But the charm of Bancoin is not lacking at all, and some opportunistic ideas emerged.

The teaching director was cursing at the side, meaning that the children didn't care about their own things, and even fought, making trouble for them every day.Their point is "how to reduce their troubles."

Luo Zijun has a bit of a headache. It's not that he can't let his children know the benefits of money, but at least he has to wait until the three views are established.Money is not bad, money is also necessary, but there are far more things worth pursuing in this world than money.So he found an excuse to invite the dean out of the office, and locked the door Kata with his backhand. He didn't say much, and slowly sat back on the chair, raised his legs and started to read the book, taking notes occasionally while reading. , as if completely forgetting how many children were in the house.

The boys looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what kind of medicine the new teacher was selling in the gourd, the more they ignored them, the more flustered they became.

Finally someone couldn't hold back anymore, and timidly called: "Teacher?"

Luo Zijun still didn't look up, and said coldly: "Thought it out? Who will say it?"

The first life lesson Mr. Luo wants to teach them is to speak with their tongues straight.

The matter is actually very simple. It is nothing more than that several people in the class have less banknotes, and there are suspects without direct evidence.When Luo Zijun was reading the book just now, he had been thinking about how to deal with this matter.

The Bancoin system is not a good thing. The children in the mountains are almost blank slates. They cannot be made to feel that everything can be measured by money at such a young age.Knowing the benefits of money, at least wait until the three views are erected. Money is not bad, money is also necessary, but there are far more things worth pursuing than money in this world

But the face of the local teaching director had to be given.

Teacher Luo sighed in his heart, this problem of not being able to stay idle when it comes to children will kill him sooner or later.

Several children explained things clearly one after another, and Luo Zijun closed the book with a "snap".

"First, you can't prove that he stole the bancoin, and he can't prove that he didn't steal it. Let's turn to the chapter for now if there is no conclusion. But starting today, everyone who gets the bancoin will be responsible for it. Record every issuance and recovery of Bancoin."

"Secondly, those who lost their banknotes this time will be counted and handed in by the class monitor. They will not be compensated. In the next exam, among those who lost their banknotes, the average score in the three subjects of Chinese, Math and English will be above 90. people, have a privilege."

What is the privilege, Mr. Luo did not say clearly, he only asked the child who was suspected of stealing ban coins to help him go back to the classroom to do one thing - collect every child's wish, no matter how big or small, any wish will do.

The children got the rights, happily implemented them, and quickly collected everyone's answers that night.Luo Zijun spread out the notes under the light and read them one by one.

The second day is a special class.

The dean, the principal, and even the village party secretary all came, and a group of leaders sat in the back of the classroom, obviously studying, but secretly watching a play.

Luo Zijun took great pains to borrow a projector, and made public the results of his wish counted overnight.

After he connected the projection, the computer forgot to change the desktop, and a huge photo was directly exposed under the lens.Luo Zijun paused, his eyes lingering on the screen for a few seconds.

"Before we get down to business, let me tell you a story. I know a child who is not a few years older than you. He grew up without parents and grew up in an orphanage. He was born with a disability and could not hear, so he was always bullied. Later I brought him back. In fact, at the beginning I thought that as long as he is happy and healthy, he can do whatever he wants. If I can take care of him for a day, I will take care of him. If he has no home, I will give it to him. one."

I only want him to have no frown on his brows and no frost on his shoulders in his life.

"But he has never resigned himself to his fate for a day. In the days just after the operation, he had to practice speaking. At the beginning, he used to say a few words, followed by sentences with structured grammar. He not only had to try to understand the meaning of others, I still have to work hard to express what I want to say. The child finally practiced every day until his throat became hoarse and his mouth was numb. I was afraid that his vocal cords would be broken, so I ordered him not to speak for a few days, but he was not convinced. One night People hide in bed and practice secretly."

Luo Zijun's low voice echoed in the classroom, the usual sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have been smoothed.The child later said to Luo Zijun: "I want you to hear my heart earlier."

Luo Zijun lowered his head, forcing back the heat in his eyes.

"This year, he graduated from junior high school and just finished the senior high school entrance examination. If I remember correctly, he should have got his grades today. It's a pity that I couldn't accompany him, but I know he can do well without me. He Forever, will be a child who refuses to accept his fate."

Luo Zijun breathed a sigh of relief and opened the ppt.

"I said so much because I want to tell you that each of you has the right to choose your own life. Are exams and homework important? It is important, and it is not important. You are not studying for this score. You are studying to be educated. What can culture do, who of you ever thought about it?"

Luo Zijun inspected the classroom, and the children looked at each other in blank dismay.

Not to mention children, I'm afraid even the adults sitting in the last row of the classroom have never thought about this problem.

"If you are educated, you have the right to choose your life. Go out from here and take a good look at the world!"

He spread the wishes collected last night on the projection.

He sorted out the children's handwriting, big and small, and sorted them into categories all night.Those wishes are very simple and practical, some say they want to eat chocolate, some say they want to grow taller quickly, some say they want their parents not to quarrel, but what is surprising is that more than a dozen children agree with each other He wrote: I hope it will be more convenient to go to school.

I hope that a car can drive in, and I hope that we don't have to walk more than ten miles of mountain roads with heavy schoolbags on our backs.

Luo Zijun said: "If you have a wish, you must work hard. Every effort you make will definitely be rewarded. We must do what we can within the scope of our ability and the environment permitting."

He pulled a document out of his handouts. "I have a petition here. It is a proposal to adjust the bus routes around the school. Those who agree can sign their names below. According to the statistics last time, among the people who lost their banknotes, the average number of Chinese, Math and English subjects People with a score of 90 or above, in addition to their signatures, have the privilege to write a sentence of their own wishes or ideas, and the monitor will collect them and hand them in after three days."

A trivial matter can change the future of a person or even a group of people. This is the charm of education.

After the voice fell, the classroom was completely silent. Luo Zijun put it on the podium casually, and the mobile phone whose signal had been lost for a long time suddenly turned on the screen. Luo Zijun's heart jumped, and he glanced at it.

It's a text message.

Sender: little baby.

The content of the text message is only two sentences.

The first sentence is: I passed the exam.

The second sentence... Luo Zijun's eyelids twitched, and a hot current rushed from his heart to his limbs.

The second sentence is: to kiss.

Luo Zijun glanced calmly at the whole class and the last row of teachers and leaders with different expressions: "Let's try and take the first step."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and quickly typed a sentence on the keyboard: Kiss, hug, hold high.