Zhong Ping hurriedly squatted at the entrance of the kindergarten to pick up the students. Sister Ma was almost late when she arrived at the office in the morning. She saw the "gangster" she had just kicked out a few days ago sitting in her office and immediately pointed at his nose.
Called: "Why are you here again? Still dressed like this?!"
Xiong Weiqun didn't even type a draft before he casually said: "I wanted to apply for this job a few times before, but I finally got it this time."
The corner of Sister Ma's mouth twitched, wondering if these words made her uncomfortable. After a long while, she said to him earnestly: "Why is such a good young man doing this? Children are all little devils, even
Even an honest guy like Zhong Ping can't deal with it, and you won't last long if you look like this."
The implication is that Xiong Weiqun does not seem to be "honest", and it also shows that Sister Ma does not like this guy and plans to throw some shoes for him.
Xiong Weiqun didn't take it too seriously and just replied: "There is a shortage of manpower, and I just fill in the gap."
These words made Sister Ma lose her temper. She hurriedly took off her coat and put it in her place, and rushed to the small class to comfort the children with a straight face.
Xiong Weiqun read the lesson plan twice that said storytelling and mathematics. The cover on the back also said kindergarten transition course. After Sister Ma left, the principal with Alzheimer's disease followed in and signaled that he could go to class.
After picking up the child, Zhong Ping went directly to the middle class classroom he was in charge of. He was still having a fierce battle between heaven and man, thinking about what it would be like for Xiong Weiqun to teach children. He was even more nervous than when he was giving public classes.
After the class, it’s time to tell stories and take the lead in having fun. There are always small conflicts and contradictions in this link. For example, whose child hits whose child, whose child robs whose child’s toys, and whose child makes loud noises for no reason.
Crying. In short, I have to be very anxious and uneasy to spend such a period of time. I may have to call the parents of the children to communicate at noon.
There are quite a few parents who have difficulty communicating and insist that the problem is with the kindergarten. The kindergarten is a bit small, but Zhong Ping believes that he has never made any major mistakes. He neither spanks nor scolds his children. Even Sister Ma’s level of criticism and education
In his case, he replaced it with gentle and persuasive guidance, but he was really stubborn and had other methods.
I don’t know how long the kindergarten will remain stable like this. The entire kindergarten has two floors, but there are only three teachers left to teach one class each, and two-thirds of them are male teachers.
When he was there, some parents who were worried about the male teacher called and asked to change classes. Unfortunately, there were no classes of the same level to change to. If they didn’t want to join, they could only move up a class, downgrade a class, or take their children away...
Can it really continue to operate like this... A kindergarten that already doesn't have many children will really not be able to continue to operate if parents take away a few more.
After finally making it to lunch time, Zhong Ping met Xiong Weiqun among the small tables and stools in the children's cafeteria as expected. He helped the aunt in the cafeteria arrange the children, and when they went out together, he decisively asked Xiong Weiqun: "How was it? Did you pass it?"
?What did the director say?"
For those three questions, Xiong Weiqun only answered in three words: "No problem."
Zhong Ping didn't know whether to be happy or sad, so he had to change the topic vaguely: "How are the children? Are the children in the top class good?"
Xiong Weiqun nodded more briefly.
"We have to put them to sleep in a while. I remember there is one in the senior class who is particularly difficult to put to sleep. If it doesn't work, I will help you... By the way, we can't eat until we put them to sleep. Don't worry." Zhong Ping said lonely and impatiently.
Looking for something to talk about.
At this time, Xiong Weiqun didn't even respond. The two of them were speechless and walked straight back to the office.
The things Zhuang Hua used before were still there untouched. Xiong Weiqun sat behind Zhuang Hua's desk and looked at his instrument with the small mirror Zhuang Hua placed beside the table.
Zhong Ping should have done his best to be a landlord, but he couldn't tell Xiong Weiqun to use it as he pleased. In the end, Sister Ma said: "I can't get new office supplies at the moment. This is the old teacher's desk. You can use it."
Feel free to use it.”
Xiong Weiqun still had no reaction and opened Zhuang Hua's drawer in response. There were also powder, eyeliner and lipstick that Zhuang Hua used to touch up his makeup on weekdays. In addition, there were also some small things that kindergarten children gave to their teachers.
Gifts and the like.
Opening another drawer, there were some more trivial things in it, such as pencils without a tip.
Next is the desktop. Xiong Weiqun put on his glasses without any ambiguity, went through all the documents on the messy desktop, filtered out some useful lesson plans and small activity plans made by Zhuang Hua, and put the rest together
Throwing it into the trash can, there was even a love letter written by a 6-year-old boy in Pinyin and Chinese characters to Zhuang Hua.
Alas, the later generations are formidable, and the later generations will defy the will of heaven. They will slander those who push forward, and die on the beach.
Before going to organize the lunch break, Zhong Ping once again said that children are also very sensitive. You should pay attention to the wording when communicating. Children need to be respected the most, and children also need to be... children...
When they arrived at the lunch room, the children all knew the rules and found their own places and climbed into bed. Sisi on Zhong Ping's side really got angry, saying that she couldn't sleep without listening to Zhong Ping singing. Zhong Ping hummed softly despite all the hard work.
I was humming a song and was told it was ugly. I raised my head to show Xiong Weiqun as a demonstration, but found that the children in the senior class were much better behaved than usual. Xiong Weiqun finished his work and looked out the window.
The naughty kids in the small class all lay down on the bed obediently because of Sister Ma's coercion. Zhong Ping was the one who failed the most if they dared to love him.