老师老师对不起，请你让我说你（火星文，影视老师慎入）2008-06-11 16:09:17 来自： 小碟迷 （一起等待明年夏天的第二场流星雨） 闪开，让我歌唱八十年代（升级版）的评论 题记：You bunch of boring teachers, wrote a bunch of useless shit books. Not only but bullied the sincere feelings of our group of innocent teenagers, but also destroyed the aspirations of those few little trees that should have been swaying in the spring breeze.
Yesterday, I watched the old six "flash away, let me sing the eighties", there is such a plot: old six college, came to an English teacher, especially American model, told everyone, on the class or not no problem. old six believe, the end of the year, the four exams, old six dormitory three children did not pass, but old six passed, but the English by the American teacher gatekeeper.
I just want to talk about some pieces of our schooling. We have a class this semester, the first class of the school year the teacher said: in the future, every class will play a movie for everyone, and then each student to write a view piece notes.
My first thought at the time was that the teacher's lessons were too watery! This class is 3 classes in a row, before and after a **** 3 hours, a movie will be two hours (not to mention that sometimes also play "Miyang", "Underground" this kind of super-long movie), I just can't figure out, this class still need to come to you to say what? Tomorrow, it's our last class, and we have a homework assignment to hand in - 13 notes on the movie. I'm sure we've all missed them, but the point is that many of my best friends have only written one so far.
In fact, I know and believe that even if they were dead, they would have written the notes tonight. In fact, I know that so many of them have not seen the movie, so in order to hand in their homework, they have to think of some other way.
So Douban.com became a lifesaver for everyone, and everyone referred to it. In fact, I'm looking forward to a particularly amusing situation tomorrow when the teacher reads the assignment, which is that everyone writes movie reviews as if they were born of the same mother.
When the teacher first assigned the homework, he told us that it would be best to write it by hand, and the fear was that people would post it from the Internet. "The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good idea of the meaning of the word "handwriting". "The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
This question is quite something, I know the teacher will not answer "plus points" because there is no reason, but everyone understands that the teacher will look at the homework when how to think. One day, X students told me, she looked at the L's homework, although it is handwritten, but is copied from Douban, I asked: How do you know that people are copied it?X said: I can not see it, it is a friend of mine to write! My head immediately appeared L students first from the bean paste the article to word, and then go to the print out, and then copied out with the square manuscript paper.
When I talk about this, I don't want to blame L at all, I think she was forced to do it too. I just talked about writing movie reviews, not how they should be written.
Or this teacher, before each class to talk about a little theory, what can refer to and refer to, semiotics, psychoanalysis, Orientalism, Krakauer, and so on, each class to talk about about 50 minutes or so, and then play a film for everyone, we will follow the teacher to write. I really don't know why we have to use psychoanalysis and Krakauer's theories to analyze movies, sometimes I want to cry, I really don't think my intellect and intelligence deserve to be in the college and school I attend because I really don't see how Krakauer has anything to do with the flesh and blood characters in the movies.
Movies are for people, and by the same token, movie reviews are for people. I showed the assignment I wrote to my classmates and so many of them laughed, one laughed and the other wanted to read it, and at the risk of being presumptuous, I think I wrote a movie review that brought joy to others, and more importantly, he was read by more people than anything else.
Later, I realized that the other reason people laughed was that, after reading my movie reviews, they all felt that someone had finally bottomed out on this assignment, and they felt that, no matter how poorly they wrote, they couldn't do any worse than me. I know that there is no theoretical value in the words I write.
There was no research. The teacher who gave us the assignment told us that when they were in school, in the early 1990s, there were a lot of journals of film theory, and it was a very big deal if anyone published a paper in them, and everyone was proud to write something that no one else could understand.
Simply put, if an article is published and readers understand it after reading it once, it's not good. Yesterday, I had dinner with a graduate student who told me that one of our brothers, a graduate student of Yudan, was quite good, published a lot of articles, couldn't find a job after graduation, and now wants to get a PhD.
I'm pretty chilled, so it turns out that "publishing a lot of articles" has become an important criterion for evaluating whether a student is good or not. In the past two days, I've been pondering the question, what is the point of writing articles that borrow from Krakauer and Floyd? Vaguely, I figured out a little bit, write this kind of East writing is not completely useless, if this kind of article is well written, you can be a teacher, and then the industry will admire you, and then you can go to lecture, and tell your students, I once published an article in so and so magazine, and this magazine, which is people simply can not buy.
In fact, once upon a time, I was that kind of student writing that kind of paper, and that year, our teacher assigned a book report called Movies as Art. To be honest, this book is not the teacher let me read, I will never read in my life, have that time, why can't I go read "flash away, let me sing the eighties"? Later, I read it, watched it, wrote a book report, and scored exceptionally high marks.
My classmates didn't understand why what seemed like such an unreliable student scored so high. I'd like to say that when I wrote the book report, I quoted from Literature, Aesthetics, Methodology, The Nature of Cinema, What is Cinema, as well as a number of books on economics and sociology, and so it looked as if my paper was full.
Of course, that was something I did in my sophomore year, and my junior year, I rebelled quite a bit, and my style of writing changed completely. It's like Old Six wrote in the book I.
2. 600 words essay: please understand me1
Please understand me
At the end of the night, mom, are you sound asleep? Do you hear your daughter's thousand words to you, can you sense your daughter's call to you, expecting you to understand me?
Originally, I thought that growing older would give me more open space and more friends. Who has not kept a secret in his heart? And this secret can only fit into the heart of a friend who can talk. But you secretly put an invisible shackle on me, shattering my green dreams. I'm just too lonely, just want to have friends on the way forward; just want to have a happy and comfort on the way forward; I just want my youth need to have friendship to embellish; can you understand?
Since I was a child, you have treated me as a porcelain doll, and you have helped me prepare for everything I do, and even helped me do it well. I am so grateful to you, really, a kind of speechless gratitude! However, as I grew up, I realized that this had become a shackle, the shackle of motherly love. There has been an unbridgeable gap between us. I know you don't feel comfortable with me traveling alone, but you know what? I've grown up, I'm no longer that little girl who used to follow you *** around. I can judge right and wrong, and it's time for me to have my own space and my own friends. However, many times this has become a helplessness. Every time you block me with pity. Yes, I am speechless. I know you dote on me, I know you raised me hard!
But can't you try to understand me? I am not a small flower in the greenhouse, I long for freedom; I long for sunshine; I long to suck fresh air; I long for my youth not to be wasted; I long for my youth to fly! I'm not sure if you can understand this.
The moon is still as bright, the stars are still as dazzling. Beautiful stars - can you bring mom's understanding of me?
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I'm so happy today, it's time for the final exam. Teacher said, a sweat a harvest. I believe it is time for me to harvest. Sent down the test paper, I immediately did it. After I finished, I checked it several times until the bell rang, and then I turned it in. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I quickly went to check my answers with my classmates and found that there were several different questions. My heart began to pound.
On the way home, I couldn't calm my heart down, so how could I tell my mom? As soon as I entered the house, my mom greeted me with a smile and asked, "How do you feel, do you know the results?" I pretended to be relaxed and said, "Pretty good! But the grades? Not so fast, the teacher hasn't changed them yet." Mom looked at me quizzically and seemed a little disbelieving, but ultimately said nothing. I was secretly glad that I finally escaped.
The next day, I took the report from the teacher's hands, hold your breath and look, the first thing that comes to mind is a "4" word, I have a dizzy spell, and then stare at the "94". It was really over, and I was far from my mom's request to "strive for 99 and keep 98". I don't know how I got home from school. Once I entered the door, I saw my mom smiling at me, and when she saw my downcast appearance, the smile on her face disappeared, and her face was drawn out for a long time, her eyes widened, and she asked angrily, "How many points?" "94" Although my voice is as light as a mosquito, but mom still heard it, she handily manipulated the broom leaning against the wall and hit me hard on my ***. "You're not competitive, I get up every morning and night for who? A year of hard work to the end you actually give me a 94 points back. Why don't you just die in a crash? ......" After a beating, my mom hugged me and cried bitterly, "Son, why don't you give your mom a breath of fresh air, why?" I just wept silently. "Mom, I know you work hard, but no matter how late you work, you always come home to check my homework. But you know what, I really tried hard. The night before the exam, I didn't sleep well all night, and on the day of the exam, when the exam paper was sent out, my heart was about to jump out of my chest. But the more nervous I was and the more I wanted to do well, the worse I did. Mom, I'm only in the third grade, how many more exams ah ......|"
The night is deep, the moon stars outside the window, from time to time there are bursts of laughter into my and more, but my heart is very painful and painful ......
3. Write an essay on the topic of "Please Forgive Me"Mom, I would like to say to you, "I am very grateful to you, and I regret myself."
Because, whenever I have a difficult problem to do, you are always by my side to guide me, over and over again tirelessly to explain to me, and I always feel very impatient at times, but also to you roughly yell: "Well, I know, know."
There are times when I write a good essay, you come over to want to see, I am always reluctant, not to show you not to say also said to you loudly: no. I will not do so in the future, I hope you will not be able to see the work of the people! I hope you will forgive me!
Sometimes, I write a good homework, from time to time to go to the study to play computer, you told me to go to review their homework, I not only do not listen to, but continue to play there. I know you told me not to play with the computer is good for me, but I do not listen, mom, I must be very hurt your heart? In the future, I will do my homework and not go to the computer or try to play as little as possible.
Sometimes, when I come home from school on Fridays, I always play with the computer first, not to write homework, you told me to write homework first and then play with the computer, because on Saturdays, we have to go to Cambridge English, and you are afraid that I can't do my homework well enough, but I still don't listen to you.
At this moment, thinking back to the previous situation, I really regret. I want to give you a cup of tea. Let you moisturize your throat and clear your throat. I will be obedient, do a good job reviewing homework, computers try to do not play or play less, all to homework-oriented, put learning in the first place, together with the study-oriented. Mom, I will listen to you in the future, to you your rude attitude, or else, you just hit me hard! This will make me feel better in my heart. I will never yell at you again, or be impatient, or say you are annoying! I also want to say to you again, "Mom, thank you for what you've always done for me, I'm very grateful to you, please forgive me!"
The second
My mom is in her 40s, tall and tall, not fat and not thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face often.
Mom is a kind person, she taught me from childhood to be honest, to treat people to be generous, from childhood to cultivate my good character.
I remember something I can never forget. It was a, the sun like a big fireball baking the earth. I was doing in my room and kept fanning myself, but the sweat beads kept rolling down. I said to my mom, "Mom! It's so hot, it's hot as hell! I want a popsicle." Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." And with that, she grabbed her purse.
To the place to buy popsicles, I picked the popsicles, mom took out a 50 yuan ticket from her purse and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles, the uncle found the money, and my mom and I went home in a hurry.
Back home, mom got back to count, said to himself: "Huh? Not right ah, a **** is 7 dollars, how to find 45 dollars?" I heard, said happily: "Great! The person who bought the popsicle was really confused, and found an extra 3 dollars. Mom, can I have that $2?" Mom glared at me and said angrily, "We should give it back for the extra 2 yuan, we can't be greedy for those small advantages! Besides, it's not easy for people to sell popsicles!" Finished, mom braved the *** hot sun, the 3 yuan to the people sent.
When I went to bed at night, I could not sleep in bed, remembering what happened during the day, and suddenly realized that we should start from a little thing, not because of a little bit of cheapness in front of us, and do some things that are not good for people. This incident has a great education for me, I love my mom, I admire her from the bottom of my heart.
My mom is thirty-four years old this year, it does not look old. Melon face with a pair of big watery eyes, tall, not fat or thin body.
My mom loves me very much and pays more attention to my studies. Some time ago the English teacher told us that there is a national English competition, I hope we can actively participate in it and show ourselves. I signed up for the English song contest. After that, my mom started to look for songs on the Internet, after locking the songs, my mom first learned to sing by herself, humming and yawning every day, and started to teach me after singing. The song my mom chose for me was the English version. At that time, I was in the final revision stage, and I was about to take the exam, so my mom took an hour out of her day to help me practice singing and correct my pronunciation without delaying my revision. I successfully passed the preliminary round of the stadium branch school, the Jinzhou City, into the final round of the Liaozhong District, if the Liaozhong District can be taken on the national finals, that is, I look forward to for a long time.
4. help me write please forgive me essay 400 wordsMom there is one thing, I have been buried in my heart has not told you.
The first thing is the third grade that year you fancy a vase, and then you bought a vase, I was bored at home to take a basketball to shoot, who knows my basketball in the shot did not hit, but the mom bought back the vase broken, I was very nervous, afraid that mom scolded me, I took their pocket money to buy an identical vase. You came back, I also and before the same to meet you, you came back when it was already very late, you came back just decided to vase a little new, other than that did not say anything.
The next day I broke the vase again, my heart is like fifteen buckets of water a seven up and eight down. Looked at the mother will be back soon, my vase is not repaired, I see this time the bad did not last obvious and do not want to buy again, had to use something post, finally post a good. At this time my brother came I let my brother look at the vase is good, my brother said: ", good-looking." Now I am relieved. My brother decided that the beautiful, then gently touched with his little finger, the vase fell, although the vase put together, but still bad, gently touched it fell. Mom came back I said to my mother that my brother broke the vase, my mother scolded my brother, my brother became my scapegoat.
There is another thing, that is, after the fourth grade exam, you asked me how many exams, because it is very bad I did not say, you said that I was not good grades, then I was very angry, I do not eat rice put down chopsticks, walk on the room, lock the door.
Mom, please forgive me.
5. Write a 400-word essay on "Please Wish to Cool Me"Mom, I did something I'm sorry for, so I'm here to apologize to you Mom, you remember that time, it was the night after the midterm exams were over.
When we ate, you asked me how many grades I got, and I didn't tell you, you said to me at that time, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, as long as you know what you're doing and study hard, mom and dad put all their hopes on you." I don't know whether it was because my grades just weren't too good that time, or because I hated your incessant talking and reasoning, but I suddenly got angry, threw my chopsticks away, tipped over my rice bowl, and rushed at you, saying, "I don't know? Are you annoyed, if you don't believe me, just go read it yourself!" After saying that, I just ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.
I don't know what you thought at that time, only know that you followed me to run up, outside my room called me to open the door, apologized to me and said that you said wrong, you didn't not believe me. But I never opened the door for you, and I hid in my room and fell asleep in bed without even washing my face.
Only to wake up in the middle of the night, I found a bag of "fun" and a box of milk on the bed. I knew that you must have opened the door and put it there for me while I was asleep.
At that time, I really wanted to eat, but in order to bet with you, I was hungry and did not eat. After that, I ignored you for several days, but you still smiled and took care of everything for me, even though I was so ungrateful.
Mom, until today I did not know your heart, your love for me. Mom please forgive me.
6. Please Believe Me EssayPlease Believe Me
Everyone has been wronged, and I am no exception.
One Saturday morning, I got up early, and so did my mom. Mom quickly combed her hair, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Was about to walk out of the door, remembered what did not bring, and returned home, it turned out to be a cell phone, mom was about to repair the phone to go. Mom went to the bedside even the shadow of the phone is not, become anxious to find up. At this time, he saw me standing aside and froze, then changed his face: "Frost! Do you have the cell phone? Quickly take it out, I have something to do!" I was dumbfounded by the question, "Huh? Me! I didn't even see your cell phone yesterday! How could I have taken it! Why don't you look for it again!" All of a sudden, my mom's face changed from sunny to cloudy, and her eyes emitted a frightening cold light: "No need to look for it! You're so young, you dare not do what you're told! Come on, my patience is limited, hurry up!" I am also not happy, a *** sit on the sofa, two arms crossed in front of the chest to pose a kind of defiance: "I did not take, and I did not lie, I really did not see the phone, and besides, why do you suspect me?" Mom was completely impatient this time, her voice raised an octave: "Speak up! Where did you put it? If you don't take it out, don't blame me for doing it, you don't want to heat me up!" I jumped three feet from the sofa, two hands crossed and shouted, "I didn't take it, how do I know where it is, I don't know." "What's wrong with you today, what's wrong with you! Why just fight with me, quickly take it out, otherwise ......." The words are not finished, Dad came back, holding Mom's cell phone in his hand and said with gusto: "Look fixed!" It turned out that dad is trying to give mom a surprise than mom early to repair. "Frost! I'm sorry! "Mom, it's okay, as long as you can trust me!" "Definitely, go mom take you to buy something to eat!" Mom finally apologized to me, and I forgave her.
Everyone may have been wronged, but please everyone's to respect others, do not just suspect others! This would not have happened!
7. Write a 250-word essayOops, what a bummer! The 40 dollars Dad gave me this afternoon was taken back by Dad again. It's all my fault.
After dinner today, my dad asked me to practice the movements for the Taekwondo exam, and I obediently moved my hands. But the action is no force, and not at all in place, it is simply a flowery fist, like a dance. Dad looked at me, got angry and said, "Do you still have your pocket money? Give me back the money I gave you. I can't even spare the money to give you to take the grade. You take your own pocket money and pay it!" I was so embarrassed by my performance and felt so sorry for my dad that I had to go back to my room and give him back the 40 dollars.
I want to practice hard, I should be a little courageous, if you do not do it, you should do it well! Dad, I will work hard.
8. Please Forgive Me Essay 520 WordsMom, please forgive me
Mom, maybe you are wondering why I sent you my diary to read, don't ask why yet, you will know after reading it. You will probably be very angry when you read my diary, so I'm going to avoid it and go out to play for a while. I'll be back in a while, and then you can say what you want to say to me, I'm looking forward to it.
In fact, I quietly took money from your little green wallet when I came home by myself that month or two. That day, a good friend - Liu Mingxuan - gave me a little book that I could insert things in - like the little book of correction stickers I bought. After that, I put all my pocket money in the little book. I saw that you had a lot of 10 yuan in your little green bag, so I took a few of them to "complete" the book. I took 3 $10 bills, 3 $1 bills, 2 50 cents, 1 $5 bill and **** took 39 dollars. I just couldn't resist buying a $15 pencil bag, 2 $2.50 pencils, a $2 pack of erasers, a $1 box of lead, a $1 ruler, and $15 left over. Just also put back into the small book, and finally, put the money back into the pencil bag.
"Hiding the first day, can not hide the fifteenth", I went directly to your "surrender" to it. After reading Lu Qin's "to know the heart of the youth" (inspirational), I was enlightened, understand a lot of truth. I think I should return the 39 yuan to you, I put the money in the last page of the diary, and I hope you can forgive me. After I get your forgiveness, I will change, please don't worry! I am still in the square to play the vigor board, you do not worry about me, love your baby will be right back.
9. Please encourage the brave me essay four hundred wordsPlease encourage the brave me essay
I am an elementary school student, reading the fifth grade, twelve years old. I have a pair of gleaming Danfeng triangular eyes, two curved willow leaf tilted eyebrows; have a sensitive little nose and a pair of earrings very thick ears, relatives and friends say that I am "blessed"; there is also an articulate cherry mouth, speak sweetly, like a little nightingale, students love to listen to it! I am not only brave, but also chivalrous - the road to see injustice, pulling the knife to help, have the same character as Mulan, so the students called me "new Mulan".
One night, I went to take out the garbage, suddenly saw a thief in the Wang grandmother's home window climbing, my heart of chivalry involuntarily out, I quickly turned around a pot of water, grabbed a stick, went to the bottom of the window and yelled at him to come down. Seeing me so small, the thief threatened me, saying, "Little brat, get out of my way, or I'll stick you to death." I wasn't afraid and said, "If you don't come down, I'll not only catch you with water and a wooden stick, but I'll also yell and scream, and then there will be no turning back." The thief no longer continued to climb. When I saw that he was shaken in his mind, I took the opportunity to splash him with water and then hit him with the wooden stick while yelling. The neighbors ran out of their houses to see what was going on. When the thief saw that the situation was bad, he jumped down and grabbed me by the collar and said, "Whoever dares to come, I will kill him!" At that time I was not afraid in my heart because I had a wooden stick in my hand. When I heard the thief's chest thumping, I knew he was timid, and I took the opportunity to stab him in the stomach with the stick, and he was so sore that he was about to cry. At this time there were more and more people, but unfortunately it was dark, the thief took advantage of others not to notice, dropped me and ran away. At this time, I saw the police came, so I told them, the thief escaped the direction, the police uncle along the route quickly chased, finally caught the thief. I was so happy that I jumped three feet high. The police uncle praised me for being a brave child.
In school, whenever I see male students bullying female students, I do not hesitate to go over and reason with male students, reason does not work, I will take female students to the principal's office. So if there are people fighting in the school, as soon as they see me coming, they immediately stop fighting.
This is both "nosy" and brave me, is the new era of "Mulan". You like me?
This is a new era of "Mulan".