I remember when I was in the second grade. At that time, because of the requirements of the school, they all lived in the dormitory of the school. However, when I didn't live in the dormitory before, I went to the Internet cafe every day. After I lived, I couldn't leave the school gate, and I was even more impatient.
One night, eight people in our dormitory discussed it and prepared to go out to surf the Internet together. Then in the middle of the night, we tied everyone's sheets together, made a rope and tied it to the window (our dormitory is on the third floor), then grabbed the rope and got scared, and went straight to the Internet cafe at the school gate all night.
It seems that someone told the teacher the next day, and then eight of us were punished to stand under the flagpole of our school. Opposite the flag pole is the stage of our school. In a few days, it will be the school's cultural performance. It happened that someone was rehearsing the program on it that day, and then everyone else was in class. We ate snacks under the national flagpole and watched them rehearse the program, and then the principal found out.
Later, we stood on the stage with our backs to the stage and snacks in our hands all afternoon. Suddenly, eight people became famous at school.
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Another time was in high school, but not me, but a classmate in our class. High school can only choose to live in a dormitory, but one person in our class really doesn't want to live in a dormitory. On the third day of moving to school, he couldn't stand himself and went to the headmaster.
When he got to the principal's office, he climbed directly to the window of the principal's office and told the principal not to let him go home, so he jumped (the principal's office is on the sixth floor).
The principal's office had no choice but to call his parents, suspend classes for a month and let him go home to rest.
On the National Day of my sophomore year, my twin sister came to see me at school, but she didn't see me for a semester. The two sisters are taller and more beautiful. I took them around the campus, and the two sisters held my arms one by one. We played at school all afternoon talking and laughing. The next day, my good friend suddenly called me and said that you got angry in the school forum. Go and have a look. I was in a daze.
Log on to the computer and have a look. Originally, a rose with thorns wrote a post, and a love rat appeared in Zhejiang University. I contacted two girlfriends at the same time and made a fool of myself on campus. This photo is of me and my two sisters. Look at the hundreds of thousands of comments and all kinds of curses. I am drunk, too.
Contact the author of the post bar through the school quickly. I solemnly warned her, asked her to delete the post quickly and publicly apologized to me. The other party immediately deleted the post without publicly apologizing, which made me very angry.
Everywhere I went that year, people pointed fingers.
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When I was a freshman, my girlfriend and my sister went to school to see me.
She held my hand, my sister held my arm, and three people strolled around the campus.
The school is crazy ... It is said that there is a new Daniel Wu in freshman year, and it is a rich second generation. All beautiful women, I became a legend of our year.
Now I am a senior three, I remember the first day of military training in senior one. Because we had just come to a class and few people brought water, the teacher bought two pieces of water for us to drink (the same is true for other classes), and then it began to rain at the end of military training. It's time to take shelter from the rain, because we discussed with our friends that we should wait for him under the national flagpole (at that time, we were too stupid to find shelter from the rain), and we would see water bottles everywhere on the playground. So I began to help an old man pick up a water bottle. I didn't expect teachers, principals and instructors to take shelter from the rain under the viewing platform. They all saw me clearly. Up to now, most teachers in the whole school know me, and the teachers who take care of me also take care of me.
Another thing happened in the second half of my sophomore year.
That night, I rode my bike to the evening self-study, and when I finished the self-study, I found that my bike was lost (it is impossible to stop at school). So for the next three days, I went back and forth between the concierge and the classroom. At this time, the director of education told me to leave it alone. He helped me find my grades, and the PE teacher has only been arresting students for four days. I don't know how to thank you. Finally, I heard from my class that if I hadn't lost my car, people wouldn't have found it. Must be a blessing for military training! So I got angry at school again. I heard that the political teacher used me as a textbook.
This is a story about a foreign brother and a high school teacher who fought bravely in World War I and became famous in one fell swoop.
"My family knows this story, and even after many years, they will always be laughed at by their friends. A friend of mine suggested that I tell this story on Reddit. Let's get started.
Background story: I was a high school student at that time. I have never been the cleverest student in my class. My grades are average, but I have never been detained and have no bad record.
This is important, because I still don't understand why that teacher did that to me.
That teacher, let's call her Mrs. Frank, has been teaching in the school for 10 years. In the eyes of many people, she is a narrow-minded and heartless bitch, but she is regarded as a treasure by education administrators.
Teacher Frank teaches algebra. Algebra is my worst subject, so I can't understand it, can't keep up with the course, and often ask some questions. These questions may seem simple to others, but they are really difficult to me.
Every time I ask a silly question, Mrs. Frank will belittle and laugh at me in front of everyone. For example, "This slow-learning boy is coming again" "Wow, what a surprise, you don't understand again?" "Again? We have to slow down for you again today? " , and so on.
I tried to find the education administrator, but they still regarded her as a treasure. They send people to her class to watch her lectures, and she will be very polite and respectful to the students that day. But as soon as the inspector left, she returned to her original mocking state.
It lasted for half a year until I finally couldn't stand it. I went to buy a recording tool to record every insult she gave me.
Keep cursing, harder.
At the end of the year, I was sitting in Mrs. Frank's class. I asked her a question, and her answer made me unforgettable.
"I have been teaching 10 years, and I have never seen anyone ask such a stupid question."
She didn't answer my question and went on with the class. I stood up calmly, packed my things and left.
When I got home, I arranged all the abusive recordings into a wonderful work and played it to the managers the next day. I sat next to the headmaster and listened to a few insulting words. He stopped me and said that he hoped more people would be present to witness, including Mrs. Frank.
He made an appointment with me to meet the next day so that I could play the recording to all the managers.
What followed was really the best moment of my life.
I watched with my own eyes, and the managers were never impatient, thinking that they were coming to another boring meeting, and finally they got angry ... Some people even listened to the recording and opened their mouths wide, so they were shocked and speechless.
I also saw that Mrs. Frank was full of confidence and arrogance from the beginning, and finally realized that she was completely playing with eggs.
In this area. In front of the most important group of people, she showed her true colors and exposed her ugly side.
After the recording, all the managers were very shocked. The headmaster said to me, "I think we have heard what we need to know. Thank you."
The last time I saw Mrs. Frank was when I walked out of that room. I looked back at her and our eyes met. Her eyes were full of tears, and I gave her the biggest and most evil smile.
When I go back to school next week, Mrs. Frank has already left. The story spread all over the school, and I became a hero in everyone's mind. I succeeded in getting her fired, and it is almost impossible for her to return to the education industry.
I finally ruined her completely, because no school in this area would hire such a walking garbage.
Mrs. Frank, if you are reading this article, I want to say to you at this moment, fuck you.
After this post was sent out, it instantly became popular on Reddit. The owner of the post got the "top" and message support from the super people, saying that he did a beautiful job and was simply very popular.
Because the post was too hot and too many people replied, he finally gave some supplements.
For example, he said that he had verified with his family that everything he did was legal. He thinks his post is so popular because many people have met such terrible teachers.
"If you say it, it's best to always be soft and sweet, in case you want to swallow it back one day."
The whole school knows that the salty pig's hand was severely cut by the teacher.
When I was in the second grade, a music teacher came to the school. He is young, but very lewd. The whole school knows, but the teacher has always been a nice guy, and it's no use reporting him. My cousin was photographed by the teacher in the music class and came to me to cry. I can bear this. My sister is the only one in my family except my father. She must be a treasure.
At that time, I called a group of seniors and sisters. They were very close to me at ordinary times and didn't go home after school. My senior and I are guarding the garage. When the shameless scum came to pick up the car, we dragged him to the alley behind the canteen and had a fight with the seniors who had been waiting there for a long time. Later, when I saw that he could not speak, I stopped. Several seniors and I messed up our clothes and hair first, then reported the scum, and then asked the seniors to strip him off and take some photos before letting him go.
The day after cutting the man, it began to spread in the school that scum was educated after leaving school. After a few days, everyone basically knew about our fight against scum. Basically, anyone who knows about this will let me know when they see me, sister. The school also taught us a lesson, but we took care of it and didn't make a fuss. Only this time, the seniors and I cut a dash.
Today's students may be able to become famous in school through vibrato short videos and watermelon videos, but it is impossible for us after 80. Campus life is the most memorable time in my life. I remember when I was in junior high school for three years, SARS happened, and people were in a panic. As long as someone comes back from the home of migrant workers, his children can't study, so they can only study at home.
As a graduating class student, all my energy is concentrated on the senior high school entrance examination. I don't know anything else about school. I remember one night after class, the class representative came to collect the composition. I don't know anything. The composition is long overdue.
It took me a long time to understand that what people said was not a composition. It's an essay activity. The students have finished it and will give it to the teacher soon. I didn't know about this until now. Then I quickly asked the teacher if I could hand it in tomorrow. The teacher told me that I could. When I get home, I finish eating and taking a shower. I worked hard and finished the article "Face to Face with Letters from Home" in one breath. As a classmate who likes writing, it is impossible to miss this opportunity. The specific requirement of this paper is to write an article related to tax law. I handed it in at school the next day. About a month later, my article won the prize. Honorary certificates and bonuses were awarded. Four students from the whole school won the prize, two in our class. Later, I learned that most of the participants were high school students. So I felt very proud in the world at that time. Especially when the teacher read out the bonus amount, I felt particularly excited. It was published in many newspapers, so many people know me.
To sum up, it is an article. A certificate of honor, some bonuses and newspapers let many students know about me. I can't be famous at school, but I want more teachers and classmates to know that I am a fact. In fact, what makes students famous in school is nothing more than excellent academic performance or versatility. Some students are famous for a musical instrument performance or calligraphy, singing and dancing. Of course, for some "bad students", it is also possible to become famous by being super "naughty".
Actually, I haven't done anything great. Some people may know that anyone who has seen my previous developments should know that I beat the head teacher at school because my girlfriend's photo was torn. But what you don't know is that two months later, my girlfriend came to our school and has always been very kind. After knowing this, she gave me a lecture. Not long after, the class teacher took this matter as the topic. Because the class teacher saw my girlfriend's photo and knew that she was also in this school, she called and prepared to let us drop out. I was deceived. My mistake has nothing to do with her. I said, I did it. Why did you fire her? It's not that you can't handle it. That's why it's so mediocre. The headmaster got angry and slapped me. I was angry, so I picked up the bench and smashed it. I left, and she was still at school. This matter is because I am offline, and the class teacher wants to educate the students, and the whole school knows it.
I didn't do anything at school, so the whole school knows it's not because of bad things.
In fact, my reading ability is still good. When I was in junior high school, I always broadcast it in the Propaganda Department of the Student Union. This broadcast is a news broadcast every afternoon, so almost all the teachers and students in the school have heard my broadcast.
Also, my English is not bad, and then the teacher asked me to participate in an English drama that our school is going to participate in the regionals. At that time, I was afraid that we were afraid to go on stage, so I rehearsed it in front of all the teachers and students.
Then there is a speech contest at school, and I seem to be the third.
During the art festival, I performed a sketch in front of the whole school.
Then there is the host of the sports meeting.
In fact, this is also a valuable life wealth!
Will it always be grade one?