Chapter 8

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No real sleep, as they predicted, no mistake, they would stop whistling and seduce until three in the morning, I was almost in the case of four in the morning, like on the first day. When I drive to my destination, I will die even worse. When Samoon said that my first class was continuous, that is to say, I had to teach English for two hours. Yesterday, I taught for two hours with a third-grade electrician in front of me, ah. . . This is a heavy internship. "Nua don't worry, Keek has all the lesson plans and courseware ready, and Nua can take them now. I have prepared the materials for the first class, and I have prepared Xerox documents for the students. This is the student list and the curriculum schedule. I will give it to you in the afternoon and let me print it out." My ears can hardly hear Mr. Somorn explaining his teaching at the end of the classroom. I sat there all the time, absent-minded, and I couldn't control my first class. I really want to ask who arranged my course. When I teach you, put English class in the first class. When Samoon's voice sounded again, my absent-mindedness ended. "Relax, it's okay." I say this because I look dead. "Thank you." I raised my hand to thank you and reached for the handout. I knew at a glance that it was the basic tense content, which was of course very easy for English majors like me. But what's more difficult for me is that I don't know how to get those children to be trampled to death by them in the classroom. "If you are from the north, you can enter the classroom. The third grade has classes on the fourth floor this year. English class is written in front of the classroom, which is not difficult to find. Let's find it." Before I could figure it out, Samoon started chasing me, and I could only nod my head, grab everything, two arms, and pretend to leave the teacher's room, but it took me a few steps before I realized what to ask. "Sister Samoon, um... is there anything I need to pay attention to?" I mean, like. . . If you don't want to die, don't mess with you, or don't mess with you or anything. You thought for a while before you said it. "A... No. Third grade. It's easy to teach. Nua don't worry, I'm worried." Don't worry! Yesterday, it was just the Czech Republic's championship battle, and it was still in progress. It was crazy not to worry! "Go and teach, don't worry, it's really nothing." When Somorn saw that I didn't want to go, he fired me again. I sighed to see what I should pay attention to, and then bowed my head to the person in front of me to say goodbye. "Then I'll go." When the sound was over, I turned around and prepared to go out of the teacher's room. But Somorn's voice screamed first. "There is nothing to pay attention to, but if there are people to pay attention to." I paused and immediately looked back at my sister. "What do you mean," "A leader who likes to make up the story of the year, this should be careful, it is easy." Before I remembered the face of a boy named Tarn, my brain knew who it was. From yesterday's action, you know how easy it is. "But Nua doesn't have to worry. This little b***h is an unruly person. With the students, the teacher is a lovely child." If you mean looks, I agree indisputably, but if you mean habits and behaviors. . . I disagree. "Thank you very much, then I will teach." I am also stubborn and think her introduction is useless. "Oh, one more thing, Nua must discipline the children well and don't let them wander outside the classroom, or they will be scolded by other teachers. If this gets to my ears." I have to tell you, you didn't sign the internship agreement. " My brother threatened me. I know what children are like here. You think it is easy to make a student who is a few years away from yourself obey. When I was a freshman in college, I didn't listen to you. I don't even obey to teach some subjects of assistant professors, let alone coach. Even so, I have to nod. No matter how much I want to cry, I have to please Sister Sommon. Out of the room, the teacher went directly to the fourth floor, which is the classroom Somorn said. I stopped before English class and heard conversations coming from the room, even though it was an air-conditioned room with glass doors. This is the omen of the third grade of electrician. Damn it, northerners. I tried, but there was no damage. I sucked my lungs and flicked my neck like a boxer. I tried to tear my face open, and I thought I would make my first impression with my smile. My experience has taught me that students will have positive feelings about teachers, that they are kind and understand students very well. I will use this method to live here conveniently and smoothly. When I felt I was ready, I entered the room, and when all eyes turned to me, the noise suddenly subsided. "Ah... hello, North Brother." I smiled, and I thought it was the stupidest smile I had ever smiled. To make matters worse, when I smiled, no one in the room responded. When some people see that it is me, they are no longer interested and chat with friends instead. Some people barely cared about me from the beginning. When I was an element in the air, I slept on the table all the time. When I see me, I wave. Anyway, we are still interested. I went to the teacher's desk in front of the classroom, put down my things, and when the noise sounded again, I was fighting tigers again. "Say hello to all the students again. I come from XXX University, and I will replace the teacher of science as an English training teacher in two months. I want to ask everyone to take care of me." When everyone heard that I was from a famous state university outside Bangkok, my attention shifted to me again, but no one shouted at the voice of my university like jeans and crayfish. They say that when they introduce where they are students from, the students are very interested because they also want to go to school there. But when I give an example, silence is a response. To make matters worse, they stared at me without blinking and asked me, "So what?" I'm really nervous, honestly, because I'm being targeted by something like this, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous. "Well... I've never taught in a school like this, and I may not teach as well as other teachers, but I will try my best and hope everyone will welcome me." I don't know. My modest child, it won't feel the distance between teachers and students, otherwise it will become my trouble.
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