My parents are teachers. However, in the eyes of my classroom teachers since I was a child, my parents are the "oddball" flower that blooms on a high ridge, standing alone and unshakable. In first grade, I was at the bottom of my class. The first time I saw this, I was able to see my father, and he told me, "Mr. Luo, you have to give your daughter a good remedial education, now you're at the bottom of the list, and you can still do it.
My father smiled a simple face: "Ah, this grade is not bad ah! I passed language and math! Thank you teacher! Thank you teacher! My daughter is quite good!" The class teacher had a black line on her face: "Mr. Luo, you are really confident in your daughter ...... "My father said seriously: "Passing is goodPassing is good ......my My daughter's grades will be better in the future." Said then held my hand and took me home for dinner.
Later my grades were really good, and then it was time to read junior high school. In my first year of junior high school, I was so greedy that my grades fell. The homeroom teacher found my mother: "Your family Luo Yue just came when it was first in the class, look at her grades, what has become of her now!" My mother looked horrified: "Ah! She's at the bottom of the class again?" Class teacher: "No, but she's now in the twentieth percentile of the class. If this keeps up, she'll barely make it to the key high school."
My mother sighed with relief: "Oh oh oh, still able to study in a high school, that's good that's good. In the future, Luo Yue's grades will get better, teacher, don't worry!" Class teacher:"...... You and Lao Luo are really a perfect match." Then my junior high school entrance exam was really good. It was time for me to go to high school. Mom and Dad urged me: "Grades don't matter, we'll be thankful if you get a second-year degree. And don't jump to your death when you're stressed."
I: "Good ......I won't kill myself ......I'll be able to get into the second grade ......(? _?)" I always felt that my parents didn't care about my studies. When my grades were poor they didn't get anxious or angry or scold me or give me extra lessons. They were also calm to a fault when I got good grades, as if everything was falling into place.
However, my parents in order to fill in my college entrance exams, do not waste points, research a year of college entrance exams volunteer, from all kinds of specialties to all kinds of self-enrollment policy, to the location of each university employment rate, live into the college entrance exams expert. ...... In fact, they do not not care about my grades, but care about me. So they are willing to educate me in a sheepish way and let me grow up happily. Of course, I didn't let them down.