A key high school, where all the students were top students, asked me, "How many subjects did you get perfect scores on the midterm?" when I first entered the class. I paid my way in, and the disparity made me tremble.
On one occasion, I scored 44 points on a math test, which was undoubtedly the lowest score in the class. After school, I went to the office to ask the teacher a question and found that there were already a lot of students waiting for the teacher. I was afraid that others would see the score on my paper, and told them, "You guys ask first, I'm not in a hurry," so that all the students were in front of me.
Finally, it was my turn, and I was the last one, and all the students had gone.
The teacher hadn't eaten yet, and was tired of answering questions, leaning back in her chair wearily to give me a lecture.
Just at this time, suddenly a previously asked students returned to continue to find the teacher's questions, I was very afraid, I was thinking, he is going to see my scores, he will not be surprised why I test so poorly? Will he know that I paid to come in? Will all the people in the class know tomorrow?
I don't know if my worry and despair showed, but my teacher, my math teacher who sat exhausted and paralyzed in his office chair, suddenly straightened up all of a sudden when he saw the classmate who had come up to him with the question, blocked out with his hand the embarrassing 44 on the paper, and then calmly gave that classmate the question.
A small gesture like that to preserve my poor and pathetic self-esteem at a time of such embarrassment is something I will probably never forget.
Three years of high school have passed, and math is still my weakest subject. My brain is not too good, as a liberal arts student, I can only be diligent, more practice, to get the points that should be taken. Finally, the high school math score of 130 points, the total score of eighty-five points higher than the first line, it is not too dragged behind.
Mr. Lu, I hope I didn't fail you.
Speaking of my elementary school math teacher, because of him I have always maintained a super-high enthusiasm for math.
Family reasons elementary school has been living in the teacher's home, the family gave money, 600 a month, including food and housing homework tutoring. But the teacher did more than that.
The teacher's name is Wang, male, director of the teaching office, all day face, very serious. Mr. Wang himself has a son and a daughter, and when I lived in his house they had already started their own families, so I was like his little daughter, and I was brought along when I went to the relatives for a drink.
When I was a child, my handwriting was terrible. He taught me to write by hand, and he strictly required me to write two big letters a day. Now my words are still hanging on the sixth floor of the unit.
I love to gnaw on my nails, and they are prone to small white whiskers that bleed when tugged on, and he would carefully cut them off every day.
I was pretty smart, he taught me math in advance for my senior year, and I won the first prize in the national Olympiad in elementary school, really because I liked math.
There was a time when I drifted off, proud and arrogant, and he was so angry that he had a terrible fit and almost hit me, but he didn't give up.
After graduating from elementary school I went to the city to study, and every year I would go to see him.
When he died of leukemia in his third year of high school, he was still in the Spring Festival, and the custom on our side was not to have a funeral, so I cried like a dog.
After the college entrance exams, I burned the acceptance letter of the 211 university to him in front of his grave. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. The year before last, I saw the teacher's mother dancing alone, others have a partner, she was alone around the flower beds, could not help but tear up.