In the Ivory Tower, the requirements for students were actually quite lax.
After entering the school, they would have a month to choose their tutor for the next few years. This was a two-way selection process. The tutor would choose the student, and the student would also choose the tutor based on their level.
Some popular courses in the big classrooms were naturally open, and some public classes were mandatory. Some classrooms might only accept two or three students every year, or even none for several years.
But choosing a tutor was inevitable.
According to the tutor's choice, the following courses would be divided into easy and difficult. Some teachers were rigid and strict, and the students would be busy until they had a brain hemorrhage.
Some teachers didn't care at all, and the students would only be bored for the next four to five years.
In addition to other compulsory courses, students would choose two to three courses for electives according to the need for credits.
And their main university life was to study under the tutor's guidance until their skills and ability reached the tutor's standard, and then they would officially graduate.
Although there was a possibility of a mix of good and bad teachers, the Ivory Tower had strict standards for teachers. The students taught here were basically guaranteed.
In this case, the allocation of classroom resources naturally appeared.
The Ivory Tower was so big that it was not a problem to prepare a separate classroom for each teacher.
But only in this place, the school was very strict.
Benefiting from the vice principal's strictness and inhumanity, the allocation of classrooms could only be described as stingy.
This was also another kind of spur for the teachers themselves.
Although there were many empty classrooms, they were basically used by everyone in turn. It was like a regular university lecture, where one person would take over after the lecture.
As the main lecturer of the course, whether or not they could get their own classroom was the prerequisite for getting an official seat in the teaching and research room.
Otherwise, in the internal division of the school, people who didn't have their own classroom would always be classified as assistants, inferior to others.
"Now, do you understand the problem you have to face?"
Anton showed a gloating smile, "In addition to the vice principal's teaching screening, at the same time, you have to fight for a classroom of your own."
"Is it very urgent?"
Huai Shi sensed something different, "What rare opportunity is there?"
"There are only three opportunities to change and adjust the classroom every year."
Condra, the alchemist who was lecturing on Metamorphosis Chemistry, took over the conversation and continued, "They are the beginning, middle, and end of the year respectively.
However, the end of the year was mainly about the budget approval, while the beginning of the year was about the results of the previous year. If a new teacher wanted to get their own seat and classroom, there was only one chance in the middle of the year.
Out of consideration for the new teachers, the Academic Affairs Office would favor the new teachers to a certain extent during the assessment. If you can't get it this year, then next year, you will have to compete with other new teachers. "
This was the competition that Ye Su had mentioned to Huai Shi.
This was also the reason why the little brat Martin had once regarded him as a great enemy.
Huai Shi suddenly understood.
At the same time, he also felt immense pressure.
"This is a fatal disadvantage for art classrooms like ours," Kelly said with a smile. "You should know what I mean, right?"
Admittedly, the importance of each course was different. The degree of excellence in teaching could be reflected in many areas, and the level of judgment was often ambiguous.
But what was worse was that there were many art courses that couldn't be measured.
"Let me give you an example," Kelly said. "There is no class time for oil painting. As long as the submitted work is approved by the instructor, you will graduate.
In principle, there is also a situation where the first day of school and the second day of graduation — "
He paused for a moment and smiled proudly. "By the way, that person is me. On the third day, I became the lecturer of the classical oil painting classroom and had my own classroom. "
Andrea interrupted from the side. "Since then, until now, in 17 years, only 23 people have graduated from the oil painting classroom."
"Ahaha, I can't help it. My standards are a bit high, aren't they? But the students nowadays are really too stupid. It's always disappointing. "
Kelly casually commented on his own students. He shrugged and looked at Huai Shi. "If you were the Academic Affairs Office, would you have a way to evaluate my contribution and my level?"
If Huai Shi were the Academic Affairs Office, he would probably want to gouge out his own eyes.
For such a casual teacher to be in charge of the classical oil painting classroom, it could only mean one thing — he was so awesome in oil painting that even if he didn't do any work every day, it was enough for the Ivory Tower to pay for him.
"And the other extreme is the one next to you."
Anton pointed at Condra.
He mainly talked about the chemistry of alchemy.
"There is one class every month. Each class lasts six hours. Five hours are for the students to conduct experiments on their own. The teacher is responsible for guiding them from the side. The teacher is responsible for distributing teaching materials and the students self-study. After five years, they can graduate after obtaining the qualification certificate of the Stoneware Society. "
Andrea sighed. "In other words, this guy's real teaching time is no more than 12 hours a year. In five years, the students' real teaching time is less than 60 hours."
Condra, who was already a little drunk, couldn't help but sneer.
"I want to teach more, but I need the dean's permission. To be honest, this kind of preschool work is disgusting. "
He glanced at Huai Shi and his expression became strange. "You should be able to feel it, right? Young man, as far as I know, you have a rich understanding of metals. "
Huai Shi naturally knew what he was referring to.
It was one of the basic principles of alchemy.
Everything had a price.
And knowledge was the most extravagant.
This was the standard of the Stoneware Society.
Putting aside one's own talent and ability, if one wanted to make progress in alchemy, one had to spend a lot of money, like a bottomless pit.
And no matter how much money one spent, most of the time there was no sound or movement at all.
This was the hidden meaning of the name alchemy — unless one's talent was enough to make gold out of nothing, it was best not to choose this path of no return.
Unlike scholars, alchemy needed real geniuses, not a vast amount of mediocre people.
Only a truly wise person could grasp its essence.
For example, Huai Shi, who relied on soul power to stack proficiency, was already at his limit. If there were no other opportunities, it was basically impossible to go further.
Because of this premise, there were only five or six students who signed up for alchemy every year. The rest were professionals sent by the Stoneware Society for directional training, just like a waiter who specialized in shredding onions for restaurants.
Except for a few core disciples, the rest couldn't even be considered students.
It was just a short-term crash course.
"In comparison, the teaching results of scholars can be truly quantified. As long as the students have excellent grades, it's not difficult for teachers to occupy a place in the teaching and research room."
Andrea shrugged slightly and glanced at Huai Shi with pity. "This is your biggest problem."
Huai Shi's two positions.
He was the main speaker of classical music appreciation.
Abyssal botany teaching assistant, and one of them.
No matter how one looked at it, it didn't look like a place where one could show one's talent in a short time.
Abyssal ecology was a major class, and it was a compulsory class. All students in the school had to participate, and it had one of the largest classrooms in the school.
And what Huai Shi had to do as an assistant was to be the real master of the classroom, the main lecturer of abyssal ecology.
If he was lucky, he could participate in the process of preparing the lesson plan. If he was unlucky, he could only serve tea and water.
Wanting to go on stage was a dream!
If the students had achievements, it was the credit of the main lecturer. What did it have to do with him as an assistant?
Huai Shi wasn't arrogant enough to think that he could replace the original main lecturer. It was ridiculous that he succeeded in counterattacking — all his abyssal botany knowledge was passively accumulated by Hillghost. His ability could only be said to be above average. What could he use to fight against a professional?
As for classical music appreciation …
How would it be evaluated? How would it be taught?
Every time you played a tape for an hour in class, it would be considered as appreciation. Did you want everyone to write a review and hand it in next class?
Elective students only had two classes per month.
In a year's time, Huai Shi couldn't even finish playing Haydn, let alone Bach.
That was a problem.
Huai Shi pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.
No.
He felt that he had to do the whole job.
Seeing him fall into deep thought, the seniors' expressions were slightly satisfied.
Their main purpose of coming here tonight was not to say that they welcomed Huai Shi, but more to give face to Andrea. At the same time, they also came to see if the Prince of Paradise, who caused an uproar a few days ago, was really here to dawdle.
In a sense, this was a test of the teaching and research room for Huai Shi, a newcomer.
If he really intended to do his job well, the seniors didn't mind helping Huai Shi, a junior.
But if Huai Shi was really here to slack off, then …
Hehe, goodbye.
I wish you a successful career in the Astronomy Club. Don't think about meddling in the affairs of the Ivory Tower.
Even if you can reluctantly stay, you can only be an invisible person.
Be a good boy for four years and leave.
Now, at least in terms of attitude, Huai Shi handed in a perfect answer. Then they had already given him all the pointers. After eating and chatting for a while, they said goodbye one after another.
The last to leave were Anton and Andrea.
The old man was a little drunk and took a long time to recover, and Andrea had to drive him back.
After Andrea went out to drive, he put on his coat and looked back at the young man who sent him to the door.
Then, his expression became solemn and serious.
"Mr. Huai Shi, there is something I think I should say to you. Even if this is not what a guest should say, it is not polite."
He put on his glasses and said solemnly, "I have no prejudice against you. I also believe in your talent and sincerely hope that you can make a difference in the Ivory Tower — even if this may only be a short journey in your life.
But there is one thing I hope you can understand: For many students, the five or six years in the Ivory Tower may be the most important opportunity for them to change their lives. "
He said, "As teachers, we have to make a difference."
Huai Shi naturally did not refute the teachings of the old man.
Professor An Dong's words could be said to have placed high hopes on Huai Shi, a junior. How could he not know how to appreciate favors?
Moreover, Huai Shi still felt guilty in his heart.
He thought that he did not have any talent as a teacher. Half of the reason he came to the Ivory Tower was because he had nowhere to go.
The reason why he worked so hard was also for the destiny of Young Master Ming.
He accepted Professor Anton's words from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't make any promises. He just nodded seriously.
"I will remember."
Professor Anton smiled.
"Then, thank you for today." He put on his hat and nodded to say goodbye, "I sincerely hope that we can meet again another day. At that time, it will be a celebration for you officially entering the teaching and research room."
"Goodbye, Teacher Huai Shi."
"Goodbye, Professor Anton."
Huai Shi watched the old professor get into the car and gradually disappear into the distance.
After a long time, he could not help but sigh softly.
He looked up at the night sky of the Ivory Tower and felt the pressure again.
To become a qualified teacher?
It sounded like it was not easy.
Huai Shi thought for a while and could not help but laugh, "In short, work hard first."
He turned around and walked into the house.
For the first time, he had a sincere motivation for the work of the Ivory Tower.
.
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In the car that was gradually disappearing, Andrea glanced at the old professor in the passenger seat in surprise, "It's rare for you to be so gentle, Anton. I thought you would make everyone embarrassed."
"Why?" Anton asked back.
"Huh? Don't you hate political interference in academia? Don't you dislike those guys who come with impure intentions? " Andrea said, "I remember that at the meeting, you were the first to vote against it, right?"
"What does an eighteen -year-old boy know about politics? What kind of impure intentions does he have? "
Anton shook his head and could not help but sigh.
"I wasn't worried that his intentions were impure, nor was I worried that he would do nothing. What I didn't want to see the most was someone bringing the crude style and habits of the Astronomy Association's inspectors to the Ivory Tower."
He was silent for a long time before he said softly, "We are a school, Andrea. Even if it's an organization for the ascenders, we are still a school. This is an occasion for teaching and educating people, not a place for swords and knives. "
Andrea laughed, "I remember that you used to be a soldier, right?"
"Yes, before I retired, I was a lieutenant colonel in the Russian Federation. Logically speaking, I should be superstitious about violence and swords."
Anton looked at the quiet campus outside the window and the bright lights in the distant self-study room. His expression softened, "But even if swords and knives are the real power, here, they must give way to the truth. Otherwise, wouldn't the existence of the Ivory Tower be meaningless? "
"I can't win against you."
Andrea shook her head and sighed, "Then, what's your impression of our Prince of Paradise?"
"He's better than me."
Recalling the young man's eyes that had never been contaminated by violence and blood, An Dong smiled from the bottom of his heart. "He will definitely become a good teacher, definitely."
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