"A big class for the entire first year?" Fang Yan asked in surprise.
He was no stranger to the big class model. Moreover, this kind of teaching method was very common in universities. Find a large lecture hall and gather the students of several classes of the same grade together for a unified teaching. Save the professor's time and manpower costs.
However, Rosefinch was a high school, not a university. Fang Yan was very clear about what a big class in a university was like.
Free, unorganized, and the sign-in rate was extremely high, but the actual number of people was very small. Very few students were studying seriously.
University paid more attention to cultivating students' self-discipline and divergent thinking … For example, whether to wake up at ten o 'clock or eleven o' clock in the morning, or whether to eat braised eggplant or casserole rice noodles for lunch, or whether to paste a note on the face of the two idiots from the next dormitory after winning Landlord or to make them shout 'XX I love you' at the opposite dormitory building … Most of the XX were not good-looking internet celebrities.
If the big class model was started in high school in advance and the students were suddenly released from a high-pressure state, would they still be able to focus on studying seriously?
"Yes." Zhang Shaofeng nodded seriously. "First, your Fang's Teaching Method has already shown initial results in Class 9, and even Class 1 has been surpassed by you. If you want to promote it to the whole school, the big class model is a very good choice. Just treat it as an early test. Second, we can completely kill the idea of the students' parents frequently moving around and the students' unstable minds wanting to jump from other classes to Class 9 … The big class model treats everyone equally, what's there to jump from? "
"If I give a big class to the entire grade, what about the other language teachers in the first year's Chinese team?" Fang Yan asked aloud. Obviously, this was a job that would offend people.
If Fang Yan gave a big class to all the first year students, how could the other language teachers endure it?
"They are still the language teachers of each class. You have four big classes a week, and the rest of the time, the language teachers of each class will lead the students to study. There's not much change from before. It's like writing a novel, you make the outline of the story, and they lead the students to write according to the outline. "
"I think the students might not be used to this kind of learning style …"
"Mr Fang, when you brought Class 9's students to the Bird River to learn poetry, all of us, with the exception of Chairman Lu Chaoge, felt that the students weren't used to that kind of learning method. Your actions were … nonsense. However, it turns out that our horizons are still too shallow. You've succeeded. You've proven your worth … "Zhang Shaofeng, the old fox, was very persistent.
"Principal, our school doesn't have a classroom that can accommodate four to five hundred people …" Fang Yan said. There were eleven classes in the first grade, and if each class had forty students, there would be at least four to five hundred students. Although the Vermilion Bird High School was very wealthy, they had never thought of preparing a few lecture halls for the use of large classes.
"I've already thought about this question. We have a school auditorium that can accommodate more than two hundred people. Divide the eleven classes of students into two halves and lead half of the students to each class. "
"Principal, is this really appropriate?" Fang Yan asked uncertainly.
Zhang Shaofeng looked at Fang Yan with a determined gaze and said, "Teacher Fang Yan, what are you worried about? If I'm not worried, what are you worried about? Whether it's appropriate or not, won't you know after you try? I believe you can succeed. Moreover, if you succeed … you'll become the number one person in the entire flower world. If the results aren't obvious, we can just cancel the classes. There won't be too much of a loss. Am I right? "
"When are the classes scheduled?" Fang Yan asked.
"Oh, I've already prepared them for you. The four classes are scheduled on Monday and Friday during the night self-study period … After all, we can't delay the regular classes in the day. "
"Principal." Fang Yan's eyes widened. Wasn't this asking him to work overtime? "You just said that Chairman Lu hopes that I just do my job well. I can't arrange too many tasks … "
"Yes. That's what I said. However, Director Lu also told me to actively cooperate with you in promoting the Fang Family's Teaching Method … You see, Director Lu is really biased towards you. She didn't call this teaching method the Rosefinch teaching method, but she gave all the credit to you. Teacher Fang Yan, shouldn't you do more work to repay Chairman Lu's love for you? "
"…"
Zhang Shaofeng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Mr. Fang, we'll give you a suitable tuition fee."
"Principal Zhang, I'm not a teacher for money. I simply like to be with students …"
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The warm afternoon sun and the wind blew through the rows of thick white poplars. The branches and leaves swayed, and one or two leaves left their mother's body and danced in the air. They might be afraid, but they obtained freedom, the sky, and the ocean.
The campus was filled with laughter. Students gathered in groups of three or four to chat. Some people were playing football on the field, and some people were singing in the woods.
This kind of time was quiet and beautiful, and it made people in high spirits.
"This kind of life will soon not belong to us." Jiang Qin sighed. There was regret and reluctance on his face.
"But we will have a more exciting life." Yuan Lin said. "Everyone will leave. But we will leave early … Have you thought about it? We are No. 26 Middle School, and our studies are not the best in the school. To be frank, we don't like to study at all. "
"Although I promised Mr. Fang that we will take the Rosefinch High School exam and enter his class. But, can we really do it? How many middle schools are there in this city? How many students are there in these dozens of middle schools? How many students are better than us in school? "
"Even if we pass the Rosefinch exam, so what? We will compete with more and better students. We will study Chinese, mathematics, history, English, and we will study courses we don't like and may not need at all … After graduating from high school, we will enter the university. What will we do after graduation? Have you thought about it? What are you going to do after graduation? "
Jiang Qin looked at Yuan Lin in surprise and said, "Yuan Xiaolin, aren't you thinking too far away?"
"It is very far away. There is one year left for the high school entrance exam, three years in high school, and four years in the university. There are at least eight years to waste … If it was before, of course, we don't have to think about what will happen after nine years. We can go to class, skip classes, go shopping, or sing songs as before. How good is it? But now, there is a great opportunity in front of us, and we have to think about it. "
"I like singing, and so do you. We will learn vocal music, to learn the zither, flute, yangqin … Do you remember? Last time when we walked to the entrance of the Fuhao Building, you saw a yangqin teacher recruiting students. You said you want to learn, but the fees are too high. If Xia Tian is willing to help, we will become the best talents in this field … Isn't that good? Why can't we seize this opportunity? "
Jiang Qin looked at Yuan Lin and said, "I have always felt strange. Your family is so good, why do you want to be a star? Even if I can't read Rosefinch, you can find a way to get in. Even if I can't find a job after graduation, you don't have to worry about such a problem … Why do you want to be a star? "
"Because I want to be a different person." Yuan Lin said with a smile. "My father is a businessman, and my mother is also a businessman. So, I want to be a different person from them. He was different from many other people in this world. When Americans mention Hua Xia Kung Fu, they will think of Bruce Lee. When they mention the zither, they will think of Yuan Lin … Isn't this something to be proud of and worth sacrificing for? "
Jiang Qin laughed and said, "It seems that you have made up your mind. I just don't know if you can convince your parents … "
"Definitely." Yuan Lin said firmly.
At this moment, someone shouted, "Be careful."
Pa!
A football flew over and hit Jiang Qin's chest.
Jiang Qin cried out in pain and retreated. He was almost knocked to the ground by the football.
A boy quickly ran over and looked at Jiang Qin in panic. He said, "Classmate, are you okay? Classmate, did I hurt you? "
Jiang Qin covered his chest and couldn't speak. Yuan Lin stood up for her friend and shouted, "Hey, how do you play football? The goal is so big, and you deliberately kicked it. Are you crazy? "
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" The boy apologized desperately. "I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. I … I'll take her to the infirmary. "
Yuan Lin looked at Jiang Qin and said, "Do you want to go and have a look?"
Jiang Qin shook his head and said, "No need."
The boy was anxious and said, "Classmate, you'd better go and have a look. What if she's hurt somewhere? I'll accompany you to have a look. "
"No need." Jiang Qin glanced at the boy and said.
"Then I'll write down your phone number … Give me your number. I'll keep in touch with you at any time. If there's any problem, I'll come immediately. Is that okay?" The boy looked at Jiang Qin with anticipation.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were extremely sensitive and looked up at the boy at the same time.
The boy was very delicate with thin cheeks and long eyelashes.
He was clean and gentle with the shyness that a student should have on his face.
He wore a snow-white shirt, black pants, and a pair of white Converse canvas shoes on his feet.
Seeing the two girls' scrutinizing eyes, the boy's face suddenly turned red.
"That, I … I just want …"
"Sorry." Jiang Qin interrupted him and said, "There's really no need."
The boy's face was gloomy. He nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I …"
Before finishing his words, he turned and ran away quickly.
"Cai Lian from Class 7, he likes you …" Yuan Lin said.
Jiang Qin looked up at the clouds in the sky and sighed softly in his heart.
You're wearing the white shirt that I like, but I can only say sorry.
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