Essay Memories on the blackboard, to three fragments

Blackboard newspaper, it's not easy to say I love you. —Epigraph.

The colorful flags were displayed in front of the flag-raising platform, and the July 1 blackboard newspaper competition entered the stage of display and evaluation. From the first class of junior high school to the fourth class of three years, the 12 blackboard newspapers are lined up, with poems and texts, beautiful illustrations, and a hundred flowers blooming, which is beautiful.

The party branch secretary personally announced the results of the competition, and when he finished reading the list of third and second prizes, he paused, and the boiling playground was silent for a moment. "One first prize - one class in the second year! "Wow—thunderous applause. I forgot to applaud

A week ago, I accepted the task of participating in the July 1st Blackboard Newspaper Competition, and when I returned to the class, I was hit with a gray nose. Several main backbones said that the competition standards were too high, and they really didn't have the energy and time to do such a blackboard newspaper in the face of final exam review.

Is it possible to combine the July 1st Blackboard Contest with the revision exam? I was in a hurry and suggested: "Our class will carry out a July 1st couplet and poetry competition!"

That's exactly what the exam does. "With the unanimous support of the Chinese teacher and the whole class! One song per person, the teacher personally corrects it!

Wow! The manuscript source is abundant and the quality is first-class!

However, there was a lack of an ingenious couplet, so I went to ask the Chinese teacher to write one, but the ball was kicked back, and he said to me: "You can help, you write and I will change it!" "I searched my stomach and fought hard for a long time, wrote 6 couplets on the blackboard, and asked the teacher to "approve", but who knew that it was rejected again:

You say that people can't do it, and what you write yourself is not much better, and your eyes are high! After repeatedly reading the poems and couplets of my classmates, I had a flash of inspiration and finally wrote such a couplet: "Ancient poems, new poems, modern poems, express the truth!"

Folk songs, mountain songs, water town songs, sing our party! The teacher happily added a horizontal batch of "Ode to July 1st". Later, under the planning of the layout designer, "Ode to July 1st" became the masthead, and the couplets were written vertically on both sides of the blackboard newspaper, and in the middle were 24 small poems, couplets or lyrics, which were integrated and full of fun.

Please ask the editor-in-chief of the second-year blackboard newspaper to come up and give an acceptance speech! The classmates on the left and right pushed me hard, and I came back to my senses, walked quickly to the flag-raising platform, and said sincerely: "Blackboard newspaper, I love you!" "A round of applause!

Old things, memories are still fresh, dance and ink are written, and the blackboard is deep.

Memorize 600 words on the blackboard.

A blackboard that makes my perception positive. I thank it for giving me this experience.

The art teacher and a few students visited each class. Staring intently at our own original post-blackboard newspaper. A flash of flash flashed and recorded the entire frame.

In the monthly board newspaper competition, I sighed about it. I'm a propaganda commissioner, but I don't get it for anything. The chalkboard is poetic and beautiful the next time.

Whose fault is it, and what fault have I made?

At that time, I became a member of the propaganda committee. Afterwards, the teacher asked the class leader and the art class representative to assist me in completing the work. I handed over the design of the first board to the representative of the art class to complete, and the text writing was assigned to the class leader.

The specific layout composition was also done by the art class representative, and I only made the last few strokes to add the icing on the cake. I leaned back in my chair and watched how well they were done. It seems that this fisherman is really good!

In this way, I was deceived by several board reports. But this time it changed, and it was the last time.

The director of the school said that the board needs to be completed today. It looks like I'm going to stay in school today to finish my homework. But luckily, someone is working for me.

But I turned my head and looked at the seats of the two assistants, emergency: they are all gone! I froze, and the sky fell.

How can I explain to the teacher, is it difficult to bear the guilt of Jing pleading! This responsibility is truly inescapable. The crisp sound of my heels hitting the ground was a sign that I was about to finish.

I was caught by the head teacher for my helplessness. She just sighed: You can't teach your son.

I was in complete despair, and I was hopeless in the teacher's mind! The teacher picked up the chalk and helped me finish the half-finished drawing. But it's not comfortable standing with the teacher to draw a board.

The next day, the school director praised the publicity committee members of each class on the radio. My classmates gave me applause and encouragement, and their eyes were full of admiration. I am ashamed of myself for stealing from others and getting nothing for nothing.

After school, I took the initiative to come to the teacher and admit my mistake. This may be my last poster work! The teacher smiled and replied to me that if I knew I was wrong, I would make the last board report of the semester stand out from the crowd.

The blackboard is like a memory, and the chalk is constantly writing—continuing to write life; The page is full of many past events; The blackboard eraser is constantly wiping those forgotten things. But there are things that are so ingrained in my mind that I can't erase them...

Isn't the graduation exam tomorrow? How can I have time for mock exams? I'm also in 6th grade.

Ah Fei. The main hall is also being composed...

The mock test is still so stressful.

The blackboard is nothing more than a world for teachers to write class notes and calculation formulas. However, for me, the small world on the blackboard in my memory has hooked the hearts of all the students and teachers in our class.

Hey? Who posted this? "When I entered the classroom one morning, I saw a long strip of white tape on the blackboard, separating the left side of the blackboard by about half a meter.

Turning his head to look at our blonde and blue-eyed homeroom teacher, he didn't look surprised to see her ready to disperse. It's weird.

When I was in fourth grade, I came to Houston with my dad to go to school. The homeroom teacher is kind and beautiful, and often talks to us.

When I came back from physical education class that day, I saw an extra line of words on the blackboard that was separated:

Congratulations, students, I'm going to have a baby!

The signature at the bottom is that of the class teacher. The class suddenly boiled. The head teacher told us that she would write down the baby's "latest information" in this half-meter space so that everyone could understand his situation.

Since then, it has become our habit to gather in front of the blackboard every day to watch the "news" first.

On February 9th, I felt like it kicked me. ”

On March 11th, we knew she was a girl! ”

On March 17, I hope she has blonde hair too. ”

On April 22, her name was Sarah, so that's good! ”

In my memory, there will be new words every day in the small world on the blackboard, whether it is the results of the hospital examination, or just the feelings of the head teacher, each exciting day is different, and the excitement and joy are revealed between the lines. While reading, we shared the joy of being a class teacher.

On May 8th, students, from tomorrow, I will go home to recuperate......”

This is the last message on the blackboard. A lot of people cried, and so did I. After the teacher left, the message also kept flowing on the blackboard, and no one erased it. How much we love our homeroom teacher!

After graduating from the fifth grade, I returned to China. Sitting in the classroom now, the blackboard in front of me often overlaps with the one in my memory. For me, the messages on the blackboard not only let me know about the growth of the teacher's children, but also a symbol that the homeroom teacher likes us and treats us students as family.

I'm going to put on a piece that I wrote myself, which I can imitate.

A blackboard, a few pieces of chalk, a few letters, a few symbols, a few scribbled, make up the most ordinary blackboard in school.

In Chinese class, whenever I explain the exercises, there will always be a question of reading pinyin and writing Chinese characters. As for me, who has a lot of typos, I naturally became the focus of my teachers. Each time, I would be called to the blackboard and write down the answer to the question.

And I tend to just finish what I wrote, and let the rest go. After a few looks, the teacher decided to make a bet with me that if I didn't make a mistake in writing on the blackboard before the next exam, I would add 10 points to the exam. Since then, every time I encounter this kind of question, I will always look up the dictionary and complete the question for these 10 points.

In a Chinese class, the teacher suddenly decided to dictate the words. Naturally, I couldn't escape. Although the teacher's words were all written on the blackboard before, because I didn't pay attention to it, I couldn't remember any of them, and I stood in front of the blackboard like a statue, and the embarrassment was self-evident.

The teacher looked at me who was a little unwilling, sighed, and said, "To do this question, it depends on the usual accumulation. You usually only look up the dictionary, but you don't memorize it, and accumulate it, will you still have some knowledge points to check during the exam?

You're treating the symptoms but not the root cause! Since then, I will always keep this sentence of the teacher in mind, and whenever I encounter new words, I will record them, and I will never hold on to them again.

When I first came to school, the homeroom teacher always reminded every student who wiped the blackboard that it must be wiped back and forth three times, and that there was no white chalk mark on it. At the beginning, because the teacher came to check every day, every student did not dare to slack off. Naturally, we didn't deduct a single point from the blackboard in our class.

As the number of inspections by the teacher became less and less, the students began to be sloppy. Once as a student on duty, the classmate who wiped the blackboard had just "finished wiping" and was chatting there, but unexpectedly, the head teacher descended from the sky and came to the classroom for a surprise inspection. That kind of lazy blackboard naturally couldn't hide her sharp eyes, and immediately ordered the classmate to wipe it again.

Is the purpose of erasing the blackboard so as not to deduct points? Erasing the blackboard is to repay the teacher's dedication for the day, and a clean blackboard is a good mood for the teacher to give students knowledge happily in the next day's teaching. Can we use no points deduction as the bottom line?

After that, the teacher took the rag from the student's hand and wiped it on the blackboard himself. Although the speed is slow, the teacher does not spare any corner. Under the light, the blackboard looks like a golden lake, illuminating so brightly that people can't open their eyes.

Since then, none of my classmates have felt lazy.

The blackboard is the teacher's best assistant. It can provide convenience for the teacher's class, and it can help students correct their mistakes, so the memory of the black class is often mixed with the teacher's memory, and when combined, it becomes the memory of youth. In this memory, there are successes, failures, joys, and bitterness.

And, like a little bird, without the sun, we will despair in the dark. Without the help and care of our teachers, we cannot learn how to perceive and face the world.