The continuation of the essay broke the tranquility of the campus, and the students gathered around

In the morning, the classroom was quiet, and the students were concentrating on the exam, when suddenly a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. The proctor opened the door. I saw a thin figure outside, "Your mother is looking for you."

I put down the pen in my hand and walked quickly to the door, but I complained in my heart: I knew that I was taking the exam today, but I rushed to find me at this time, and if I didn't do well in the exam, I would definitely talk about me again! When I came to the outside of the classroom, I complained about her, she took out the raincoat from the bag next to her and said to me, "Today's weather forecast says that there is rain, I wanted to send you the raincoat after returning home from the night shift, but then I thought about it, my home is too far away from the school, so I sent you the raincoat I put in the unit, and when you go to school at night, I will be relieved" After speaking, she handed me the umbrella and said to me to go back to class quickly, and left.

Outside the window, the sky was overcast, as if it was covered with a dark curtain, and I felt the scattered raindrops from the wind that came out from time to time. I stood in the hallway, looking at her fading back, and tears of self-blame couldn't help but fall.

I went back to the exam room and continued my exam, the rain outside was dripping, my mind was still with my mother, did my mother come home, did she get drenched? I don't have the fighting spirit that I just pointed out the country, and it is difficult to calm down in my heart.

I didn't do well in the exam, and I didn't explain or complain too much in the face of my mother's face, I just listened silently, because I knew that this was my mother's love for me.

In the morning, the classroom was quiet, and my classmates were concentrating on the exam, but my self-blaming heart was difficult to calm down. Mom, I love you!

The classroom of Class 61 was quiet, and the students were concentrating on the exam. Suddenly, there was a banging knock on the door.

The teacher gently opened the wooden door, only to see an aunt standing in front of the door, and suddenly the classroom was "lively" and discussed, "Whose parent is this?" "On this cold day, why is there a parent in front of the door? The classmates whispered, and they had no energy for the exam.

Her lips were chapped, her pale face seemed to not have a hint of ruddy, her face was full of anxiety, and a little strand of hair slipped down the corners of her eyes from time to time. His mouth was slightly open, as if he was panting, and the exhaled breath lingered in the air, and disappeared after a while. Looking at her shoulders, some of the small snowflakes were wet and seeped into her clothes, and some were still on her shoulders waiting for her to shake off, and a thick language book was taken out of her coat for fear of breaking it.

I lowered my head unnaturally, and my cheeks were slightly red. Mom is really! If you want to come to the classroom, just leave the language books at the doorman! And make me ugly in front of my classmates!

My child forgot to bring a book, I'll send it! Well, the teacher helped me give it to her. She rubbed her hands together.

The teacher turned the first page and saw the name, so he smiled and nodded.

Jingle bells ......"With the bell at the end of class, I was also called to the teacher's office. "Why did you do this to your mother? The teacher glared at me fiercely, "She braved the heavy snow to deliver books to you, but you ignored it, and you didn't even call ...... 'Mom'."”

After school, my mother came to pick me up, and I burst into tears, "Mom-" I called.

Let's go home, kid! "Mom was calm but still smiling at me.

It was not a quiet day.

Go it alone and go tick tock tick tick tock.

The class bell rang bai

Ding zero du zero, ding zero zero", the class bell rang, same.

The students scrambled into the classroom. DAO was at the door of the classroom, some of the students shouted, some of the students called genus, and some of them fought and made trouble, and the voices were boiling, as if it was a vegetable market. The students all wanted to get back to their seats as soon as possible, and they got entangled, but no one could go back.

I also stumbled to get back to my seat before the teacher came, alas, it was not good to get out of the teacher, and I fell hard before I could enter the door. I finally walked to the table and asked my table mates to get up, and when I went in, I stepped on Ma Yandong's water bottle, "snapped", and slipped again. Finally got to my seat, "Ah, it's safe," I said.

I saw Zhang Hanjie stretching his neck to look around, and felt that no one was looking at him around, so he talked to Ma Yandong. The squad leader came to check the reading, Zhang Hanjie was holding the book in his hand, his eyes were staring at the book, in fact, he was not reading, but secretly talking to his peers. Absolutely, I observed it several times before I found out.

The teacher came, and the noisy classroom fell silent. A new lesson begins.

The teacher is in a hurry. Maybe.

With a carnival, shredded paper flew like snow in an instant and flew to the classroom and corridor. Every year before and after the college entrance examination, the tearing of books by senior high school students around the country frequently appears, and the "tearing books" seems to have evolved into an unscrupulous graduation ceremony. At Haicang Experimental Middle School in Xiamen, Fujian Province, senior high school students scattered old test papers and pages in front of the teaching building, and shouted "Come on for the college entrance examination".

In this regard, the school did not express its position, and seemed to acquiesce. (May 25, "Shenzhen***").

Every year when the college entrance examination season comes, the news of high school juniors tearing up books will continue to enter the public eye. "Whose youth is not confused"? Everyone's youth has gone through like this.

In the context of the current examination-oriented education, the pressure of senior high school students can be imagined, fatigue tactics, sea of questions tactics, so that their emotions have long been suffocated into a "dammed lake", in the coming day, to "tear the book" way to release their pressure, may as well give understanding and tolerance.

This is not to encourage students to "tear up books", but to need schools and teachers to help students find a better spiritual "outlet" and create conditions for them to alleviate their bad emotions, such as arranging psychological tutors, opening psychological **, and actively providing psychological counseling for students; Set up an "emotional venting room" equipped with relevant equipment for students to vent at their disposal. If you can't do this, blindly blocking it will only backfire. According to reports, on the last day of class for senior high school students in a certain place, "collective tearing books" was staged, and the teacher was beaten by the students in order to stop this move, resulting in a head injury.

In contrast, some adopted the method of "festival", and in the face of the torn pieces of paper, the school generously said that this was "tradition", "discouraged" and "not stopped too much", and finally did not cause a big wave. The author agrees with this neutral attitude.

Grades have become the only criterion for evaluating success, and we are like clockwork tightening more and more, and we can't wait to turn getting scores into a "muscle memory" ...... for endless classes and exercisesA senior high school student's spiritual monologue after "tearing up the book" to relieve pressure should cause us to think deeply. Whether it comes from school, society or family, those behaviors such as "frying champions" and "adding dark horses and yellow robes" that increase the psychological load of students are all artificially "created" by us, and students have almost no choice. Why are students so crazy about "tearing books" every college entrance examination season, not so much to "cheer for the college entrance examination", but to say goodbye to the past invictorious.

There are two weeks to go before the college entrance examination, and during this time, I am afraid it will be the most "tormenting" day for senior high school students. On the one hand, schools and teachers should strive to create a soothing and welcoming environment; On the other hand, it is necessary to do a good job in the ideological and psychological counseling of students, and guide students to relax their minds and concentrate on preparing for exams. In fact, this is also a job that schools and teachers should do well.

As one educator said, if the work is done in depth and meticulously, there will be no extreme incidents at critical moments, and schools will not have to use extreme measures to deal with them. And this is the ideal state that education should pursue.

In the morning, when the students of Class 6 (1) were in class, there was a sudden knock on the door, and when the door was opened, there was a gray-faced man with tattered clothes standing outside the door. The students raised their heads, and they were all stunned. The person standing at the door is Zhang Xiaoli, who is kind and has the best grades.

Everyone wondered this morning, why didn't this Zhang Xiaoli come to the exam, it is said that she will not forget it! What the hell is wrong with this Xiaoli! It turned out that a large supermarket in the east of the city caught fire last night, and several nearby stores were also brought with it, including Zhang Xiaoli's family.

Zhang Xiaodou's blind father fought hard in the sea of fire in order to save people, looking for Zhang Xiaoli and her mother everywhere. They came out, but her father fell blind. At the moment of coming out, in order to make Zhang Xiaoli and her mother safe, Zhang's father used all his strength to push the pillar of fire that was about to fall to himself, and fell into the sea of fire forever.

Zhang Xiaoli didn't sleep all night, she was grief-stricken, her home was gone, her father was gone, only her and her mother were left. Going to school? But the schoolbag and school tools are gone, how can I go to school?

Zhang Xiaoli struggled with herself for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to go to school. After everyone learned the story of effectiveness, they were very sympathetic. The class leader brought Xiaoli new textbooks, a new schoolbag and a bright red scarf.

The students also brought out their favorite things. Xiaolan said to Xiaoli: "Xiaoli, this is the pen that my uncle gave me on my birthday, and now, I will give it to you."

Xiaoli, this is my favorite stationery box, I give it to you. "Xiaoli, this is my newly bought crayons, I'll give them to you. "Xiaoli" and "Xiaoli", more and more voices are mixed together.

Xiaoli's eyes moistened, and she tried to suppress her tears, but she still flowed. A word of care is like a beam of warm sunshine shining into Zhang Xiaoli's heart and warming her cooled heart.

Something happened at school "Uh-" With the sound of broken glass, all the students in the fifth grade came to see the excitement, I put down the pen in my hand and hurriedly ran to the place of the incident.

The place of the incident was "full of people, I squeezed in to see, the window glass on the right side of my class was broken, and when I inquired, I learned that it was a few naughty boys in my class who ran to the corridor to play and throw erasers, and the people in the classroom felt cold and wanted to close the window, but I didn't expect to be pushed back by those boys, in this push and pull, the window suddenly "couldn't stand firmly", and fell to the ground together with the frame, which was not light, the tempered glass was broken into countless pieces, and the plastic frame was also cracked. The naughty boys stared at the glass in astonishment, and a few little Lei Feng in the class stood up, holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, helping to clean the broken glass, and the classmates discussed: "Oh, how can this be, they are so powerful that they can break such a thick glass!" "Look at how the teacher cleans you up" "Poor " The boys listened to the discussion of their classmates, and became panicked, lying on the table one by one, unable to say a word, their faces were flushed, and their eyes were not as attentive as usual, but very weak, revealing anxious eyes.

The teacher arrived at this time, and she saw the pieces of broken glass and said, "Who did this?" ”„

This incident that happened at school taught those naughty boys a lesson, a profound lesson.