Chapter 2 1. Good boy, good student (1)

When I was a child, I studied for two years in the Kindergarten (now known as Kindergarten) of Xiangshan Kindergarten.At that time, my family lived in Xicheng, and the kindergarten I chose was located in Diwangmiao along Beigou. Later, this place was changed to No. 3 Middle School for Women, and then No. 166 Middle School. It was not until the era of reform and opening up that this place was transferred to the Department of Cultural Relics and Gardens and changed back to Diwang Temple went.I don't know if I can make some achievements in tourism income generation. Once I was taught to dance the "cobbler dance" in kindergarten, and my movements were always wrong. I knew very early on that I couldn't dance.I believe this is the result of the old society's closed feeding and imperfect education. The long-term lack of nutrition has caused my low energy and stunted growth in many aspects.

My primary school is in the Primary School Attached to Beijing Normal University.Beijing Normal School is the abbreviation of Beijing Normal School (Technical Secondary School), which no longer exists.At the time I thought it was a good school.The child of a worker in a nearby briquette factory is named Xiao Wuer. He tried to enter this elementary school several times, but he insisted on not being admitted. Later, he had to go to Xisibei Street Primary School, which we call "wild children". The students of the Primary School Attached to Beijing Normal University looked down on the children of the briquette workers. When they saw Xiao Wuer, they sang:

little five, Xiaoliuer, Fried beans with zero lumps. you a bowl I have a bowl Xiao Wuer was so angry that he stared blankly. I went to elementary school when I was less than six years old. I was thin and timid, and I didn't quite understand the role requirements of students.In the two semesters of the first grade, my test scores were the third in the class.My parents were afraid that I would be bullied at school, so they would tell the teacher if there was anything wrong with me.So I became an unpopular kid who liked to "sue the teacher".One time I sued the teacher and the result was that the teacher did not ask the child I sued, but made me stand in my own seat as punishment.I became impatient, so I asked the teacher when I could sit down, and was scolded by the teacher, but I finally sat down, but I think this is a very important lesson.Remember: the result of too many complaints is probably not to punish the defendant, but to make yourself annoying and annoying. The "boss" always likes someone who relieves him of his worries, not someone who finds trouble for him.

In the second grade, I gradually showed the characteristics of a "good student". My sentence making and composition were all appreciated by Teacher Hua Xialing.I am very disciplined.Once the boys and girls in the class got into a fight because the girls liked to sue the boys.I was the only boy who didn't take part in the battle, so a few tall girls hugged me in their arms and led me as a fellow.I don't know if that counts as a disgrace to me.It's still kind of sweet when I think of it. I received protective education from Teacher Hua twice. Once, I and another girl did not bring relevant stationery to the writing class.According to the discipline announced by the teacher, we should stand outside the classroom as punishment.The girl said that Wang Meng was a good student, and that it was fine for me to stand alone.I yell in agreement.The result was a profound education, for which I am forever ashamed.One time I peeked at a book during an exam.Mr. Hua had already seen through it, saved my face at the time, and only carried out in-depth education afterwards.I will never forget Teacher Hua's kindness to me.

One time was the opening ceremony of the city's sports meeting held at Xiannongtan. Teacher Hua gave me a special favor and took me to participate. On the way, he invited me to a pastry shop to drink camellia oleifera and eat pastries. (I wrote this kind of experience in "Long Live Youth", which is the details of Su Jun asking Yang Qiangyun to eat cakes).But after the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, the audience huddled together, and I got separated from the teacher. I squeezed the wrong tram, and the tram ticket seller (there was no such thing as a conductor at that time) shouted "four archways, four archways" to me I got on the car, but my family lived in the West Fourth Archway (now called West Fourth Archway, because the archway has been demolished), and this car took the East Fourth Archway.Get off at the end, it is Beixinqiao, a place I have never been to.I knew I was going wrong. In the early winter, the cold wind was biting, and I had no food in my stomach. I was very nervous.So I made a decisive decision, called a foreign car (the kind of two-wheeled rickshaw pulled by Luotuo Xiangzi), and gave me the detailed address of my home. The driver put down the cotton curtain for me to keep warm, and forty minutes later I pulled it to the door of the house. I was naturally overjoyed to see me back, paid the fare, and praised my ability to deal with unexpected events and my ability to handle special events.Under normal circumstances, of course I dare not call a car on my own.

Since the second grade, I have been the first in the class every time I take the exam.In the third grade of elementary school, there is a composition, the title is "what if".I am writing a new poem, in which there are sentences like this: If I were a tiger, I'm going to eat the rich... The germination of this kind of left-wing thought is simple to say, it originated from our family being too poor. In the third grade, I participated in the speech competition for the first time. The topic was "How to be a good student". The speech was drafted with the help of my second aunt.The content is to have good health, good conduct, and good homework, which is roughly consistent with the three-good student standards in New China.One of my outstanding feelings is on the podium, my mother, there are so many heads, so many black hair and black eyes.I figured it was a matter of make or break, I had to get in control and read the speech aloud, which I did, at least victorious in terms of vocalization.This is the beginning of my never-feared public speaking.

In the third grade, the former grade teacher (now known as the head teacher) Teacher Shen left, and the girls in the class cried bitterly, but I didn't cry. I don't know why a grade teacher's change is necessary to be emotional.I don't know if this reflects another side of my rationality, indifference or even ruthlessness. Teacher Tong, who just graduated from Beijing Normal University, took over.She called me to her home to see her graduation photo wearing a bachelor's cap, and arranged for me to re-copy all the homework of the first semester, saying that the Education Bureau would give several outstanding hair growth scholarships to the city, and the school was going to report it to me.For this I worked very hard and completed the task.My parents were also very excited about the possibility of me getting a scholarship.Finally, there is no comment.This is also a very good experience and education. Even a "good student" cannot achieve everything he wants.It is common sense that there is success and failure.In fact, at this time, I have fully enjoyed all the spiritual and material benefits that good children and good students can bring.Tuition is waived every year, teachers treat each other differently, and parents are always smiling.